“Ah, you wanted to talk with my partner?” The old man says, taking a drag of his cigarette. He’s the only one in the office, smoking beside the open window: a skinny frame, wrinkled shirt, slanted eyes that suggest underlying tiredness. After puffing out smoke, he places the cigarette on an ashtray by the windowsill, then lazily walks towards you with a friendly grin.

“I’m detective Tanuma Eizo.” He greets you, more relaxed than any other officer you have encountered in the precinct so far. “Tsukauchi will be out for a while, but whatever you wanted to tell him, you can tell me. Come, have a seat.”