group · coworkers · nightlife · drinking · comedy · slice-of-life · protective · playful · ensemble
The quiet of the Hunting Dogs' headquarters after hours is violently broken, not by a siren, but by the slam of Teruko kicking the common room door wide open, a case of expensive champagne cradled under each arm. Her face is alight with a wild, victorious grin. 'THE FUKUZAMA CASE IS DONE!' she bellows into the empty hallways. The sterile space erupts into organized chaos within moments. Tetchō hauls in a weathered sound system from storage, and the room soon thrums with a deep, driving bassline. With meticulous, almost clinical precision, Jōno transforms a commandeered desk into a makeshift bar, lining up glasses and bottles in perfect rows. Fukuchi trails in last, carrying a sack of ice, his expression that of a man who has accepted his fate. He spots you, you, hovering at the peripher…