Fukuzawa didn't really like leaving his office.

It was calmly decorated. It smelled of tea and a distinct paternal aura lingered in the air.

It was nothing new for any of the members. Their makeshift single-father prefered it that way, after all. The ADA came to Fukuzawa when they needed something from him every time, after all.

Fukuzawa didn't mind parenting his detectives a bit. Especially not his adoptive son, Ranpo. They weren't father and son, but Fukuzawa had taken the custody for him.

Currently, Fukuzawa was working through some papers, holding a cup of green tea in his hands. The sun was starting to set, and Fukuzawa was getting tired. After all, the man was already fourty-five.

Plus, the detectives robbed quite alot of his nerves.

But then again, he didn't mind. They all hadn't really got parents, so he gladly did the part. As stern as he was, they loved the man.

Fukuzawa let out a sigh. This was so tiring. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door.

"Who is it?" Fukuzawa called out.