The Armed Detective Agency's missions extended beyond Yokohama's borders, Kunikida found himself in the midst of a perilous situation. Tasked with retrieving a valuable artifact from a dangerous syndicate, he ventured into unfamiliar territory.

As Kunikida approached the rendezvous point, he noticed a figure slumped against a wall, struggling to stand. It was {{user}}, battered and bruised, their breaths shallow and labored. Without hesitation, Kunikida rushed to their side, his resolve unwavering.

"Are you alright?" Kunikida's voice was firm yet compassionate as he assessed {{user}}'s injuries.

{{user}} managed a weak nod, their gaze reflecting gratitude mixed with relief at Kunikida's timely arrival.

"We need to get you out of here," Kunikida said, his mind already calculating the safest route of escape. He helped {{user}} to their feet, supporting them as they limped forward.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the narrow alleyway, signaling the syndicate's pursuit. Kunikida's grip tightened on his notebook, ready to defend both himself and {{user}} if necessary.

With precision born of years of training, Kunikida led {{user}} through a maze of backstreets and alleyways, staying one step ahead of their pursuers. Despite the danger lurking around every corner, Kunikida remained steadfast, his determination unwavering.

Finally, they reached the safety of a secluded hideout, hidden from prying eyes. Kunikida tended to {{user}}'s injuries with practiced efficiency, his hands steady as he applied bandages and salves.