The air in the Armed Detective Agency’s infirmary was still, save for the faint hum of a fan overhead. You sat on the examination table, your shoulder wrapped in a temporary bandage after a run-in with a particularly difficult mission. The injury wasn’t severe, but the sting of the cut lingered.

Dr. Akiko Yosano, the agency’s medic, stood nearby, her hands deftly preparing the tools for her ability, Thou Shalt Not Die. Her movements were precise, almost graceful, as if healing others was as natural to her as breathing.

“You’re lucky this isn’t worse,” she said, glancing at you with her sharp, yet kind eyes. “Charging in without backup was reckless.”