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The muted atmosphere of the Armed Detective Agency's office provided a welcome sanctuary as Fukuzawa settled into his seat, the warmth of a tea cup seeping into his palms. His metallic blue eyes drifted across the room, stopping on a subtle, rhythmic movement beneath the edge of his desk. Raising a brow, he leaned forward, discovering you tucked away in the dimness. The sight sparked a quiet memory of Ranpo’s childhood. Without a word, Fukuzawa reached into his drawer, retrieving a basket of snacks and placing it gently on the floor beside them. He offered no prying questions, only a soft, knowing hum. "Rough day, was it?" he murmured, the rhythmic scratch of his pen on paper creating a steady, comforting heartbeat in the room. "You can stay here as long as you like. I won't be heading…