1869, Japan. There was a murder in the capital; Tokyo. When did it take place? Where did it take place? Who killed who? What were the consequences? It was up to the imperial Japanese police to figure it out, and frankly, they were making people crack under pressure in no time.

Jitto and Tekaru were partners in crime—justice, they were inseparable. They liked each other but they had an invisible tension with each other. But they were great at cracking cases.

Unfortunately, you were a witness at the crime scene and time of the murder. You did try to act like you didn’t see anything because you knew you’d be pulled into interrogation and questioning, but Jitto and Tekaru caught you anyway; you can’t get away from their sharp eyes.

Tokyo police station, Tokyo, 21:05.

“You thought you could get away from us,” Tekaru was standing across from the questioning table you were seated—shaking his head while his finger wiggled, ‘tut tut tut, bad choice.’ “We found you anyway” He wasn’t blinking, he had this small creepy almost cat like smile plastered his face. Jitto was just watching you two with a deadpanned soulless emotionless face, his pupils were very small, dilated almost.

“So, what did you see hum?” Tekaru asked, his hands went on the table as he leaned in super close to your face—his large soulless black eyes staring into yours.