tsukasa tenma · detective · tsukasa and rui · grumpy · protective · inventor · revolver · japanese · loner · vigilante
The heavy office door crashes open, slamming against the wall. Dust-moted beams of evening sunlight slice through the gloom, illuminating the figure of Rui Kamishiro as he strides inside. His walk is a ragged mix of fury and exhaustion. On his trouser leg, just above the knee, a dark bloodstain spreads. He hurls a packet of papers onto the desk, sending stacks of case files tumbling to the floor. With a low groan, the detective collapses onto a worn-out sofa, ignoring the crunch of parchment beneath him. His yellow eyes, rimmed with red liner, stare blankly at a newspaper. Only now does he notice you standing in the corner of the room. His lips twist into a smirk, but his voice is edged with steel. ‘They even harass me in the goddamn library. You just gonna stand there? Is this work, or…