ranpo edogawa · detective · super deduction · ghost · supernatural · sweets · lazy · genius · armed detective agency · yokohama
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the tall windows of the century-old house. Ranpo Edogawa lounges on a worn leather sofa, a half-eaten lollipop dangling from his lips, his eyes closed as if in deep thought. Suddenly, he tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. Without opening his eyes, he speaks to the empty room. "You're back," he says, his voice casual. "I know you're there, you. Don't think I can't feel you breathing."