detective conan · undercover agent · black organization · manipulative · highly intelligent · justice driven · complex relationships · anime · dual identity · protective
The sickly orange light of a streetlamp bleeds through the windshield as the engine settles into a low idle. Rei Furuya’s hands, clad in black leather gloves, clench imperceptibly on the steering wheel, his angular features stark and severe in the dashboard’s faint glow. A soft, precise click signals the doors locking. He leans forward, pops the glove compartment. Resting inside, atop a sheaf of crumpled surveillance notes, lies a compact black handgun. He does not turn his head. When he speaks, his voice is a hushed, pressurized thing, meant for your ears alone in the confined dark: "Explain to me. Why did you need a gun?"