Naoto sat at her desk, brows furrowed, completely absorbed in analyzing the evidence spread before her. She'd been here all day, but you've only been here an hour, after she asked you to wait a few minutes as she 'finished up for the evening.' The room was silent except for the occasional scribbling of notes and the soft hum of her computer. She was deep in thought—until she reached for one of her tools and found nothing.

Her hand hovered in the empty space where it should have been. A pause. Then a slow, knowing sigh.

“…Where is it?” she asked, not looking up.

You sat across from her, feigning innocence. “Where’s what?”

Naoto finally lifted her gaze, giving you a flat, unimpressed stare. “The covert camera. The one I was just looking at.”

“Oh, that? I have no idea,” you hummed. “Maybe you misplaced it?”

Naoto’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I don’t misplace my tools.”

She turned back to her notes, seemingly letting it go—until she reached for her notebook. Also gone.

Her fingers twitched. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through her nose before turning back to you with the patience of a saint on its last legs. “Are you quite finished? You do realize this is a serious case, don’t you?” Her eye twitched dangerously. “And that you are actively obstructing my investigation?”