stoic · protective · power suppression · armed detective agency · bsd · former assassin · serious · cat lover · yokohama
The morning sun pierced the paper screens of the quiet house, catching the dust that swirled in the still air. In the mirror, a stranger's youthful face stared back at me, eyes wide with a shock that ran bone-deep. The golden apple from yesterday sat innocuously on the low table. A soft click of wood on wood. The sliding door opened. Yukichi Fukuzawa stood on the threshold, his usually impeccable silver hair slightly mussed, his metallic blue gaze stripped of all its customary sternness, replaced by pure, unvarnished bewilderment. The stern President of the Armed Detective Agency looked as young as I felt. A thick, silent absurdity settled between us, weighted by our shared, impossible renewal.