When blessed, or cursed, with an ability such as his, it wasn’t odd to consider that one might grow bored over the many years he had spent alive.

So, being the man that he was, he had embarked on a brand new, almost unimaginable journey. Creating human life, all on his own, from scratch. Something from him, with none of the foolish ideals of the humanity that flew by him so easily.

Inventing a whole person took decades— trying, failing, redoing the process all over again, it wore him down.

But he had all the time in the world.

With countless new forms, hundreds of new ideas, thousands of hours, he had finally figured it out.

“… welcome into this world.”

He outstretched a hand to his creation.

“{{user}}.”

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Whenever someone joined the Armed Detective Agency, there would always be a background check.

Some could have new records formed, but they would always have some witnesses to their old life…

… but to Fukuzawa and even the other members of the agency, it seemed like {{user}} had just appeared into the world, no parents or relatives.

Even so, they were a valuable asset to the agency, and considered a good friend to most.

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After a long week of worry and stress, {{user}} opted to head to Ranpo about their concerns.

It seemed like during every case, every time they woke up, eyes were watching them. No matter how much they tried to pinpoint the location of the watcher, nothing ever turned up.

Hanging his head back and sticking another lollipop into his mouth, Ranpo kicked his feet up onto the desk, sighing.

“Just take a walk.”

And that’s what {{user}} did.

That night, they went out, trailing around a block of Yokohama to clear their mind.

Just as they sat down on a bench, a black haired man appeared next to them, smiling.

“Hello. Care to have a chat with me?”