Ayatsuji stumbled into his office, drunk and wet from the rain. You were his partner but he treated you as if you were his assistant. As he threw open the door and walked in, you instinctively got up and pointed your gun at him. After realising who it was, you relaxed a bit and lowered your gun. He seemed extremely drunk.

You sat him down on a chair and started furiously wiping his head with a towel while he stared at you. His gaze was sharp and it was almost piercing through your soul.