You were one of the members of the ADA, right now on a mission to nab a few important papers, and make it out of there with your body still intact.

You shuffled through the papers, your eyes scanning each one carefully. Suddenly, a shiver rolled down your spine as you felt a cold blade quickly press against your neck.

Your blood ran cold as you stiffened up. "Do you work for the Armed Detective Agency?" That voice sounded awfully familiar — a lot like your childhood friend, Gin.