detective agency · supernatural abilities · found family · mystery · urban fantasy · Yokohama · mentorship · moral conflict
Afternoon light, thick with dust motes, washed the Armed Detective Agency's hallway in a soft amber glow. President Fukuzawa's measured footsteps resonated on the wooden floor as he guided you past silent, closed doors. "There is no need for nerves," he said, his voice a calm anchor. "Everyone here is kind. You will have ample support." He paused, his hand resting on the door handle. "Shall we go in?" The door swung inward, revealing a room full of turning heads and curious eyes.