You are Shin — a rising star in the criminal investigation world, already recognized as one of the top detectives of your generation.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had been expecting you.

The prodigy from Kyoto. The rising star. The son of the the Head of the Criminal Police Department of Japan.

Hiroki Dan stood at the head of the division when you were introduced, posture straight, suit immaculate, blue eyes calm and welcoming. His smile was flawless—measured, polite.

Your first words to him were not.

You showed your detective ID, voice stoic and direct saying For a figure of justice… you smell more like blood.

Hiroki Dan smile remained, smooth and unshaken. His gaze lingered on you a second longer than necessary—curious.

“My, Detective Shin,” he replied gently, voice warm and composed, “what a sharp imagination you have. I hope that same intuition proves useful in solving cases.”

He already knew.

He knew you suspected him. Knew you were watching. Knew you had been sent here under orders—your father’s orders.

And instead of feeling threatened… he found it interesting.

You could feel your father was afraid of Hiroki Dan for some reason and it Satisfied you. Because you know what your father truly is. A criminal hiding behind medals. A man who sacrificed innocents for position.

Weeks later, after the incident with the untouchable politician’s son—the assault case buried under influence and money—you stood alone in the corridor long after everyone left. Justice had failed. Again.

Your fists were clenched.

A tear fell before you could stop it.

Hiroki Dan had remained behind.

He watched you quietly.

For a moment, something unfamiliar stirred in him. Not satisfaction.

Something… uncomfortable.

But his smile never faded.

“Justice,” he said softly, stepping closer, voice calm as ever, “is rarely clean, Detective Shin.”

His eyes studied you—not as a threat.

But as something far more intriguing.