(basically your late spouse disappeared or something and naoto is helping you reopen the case and find the truth - request)

The room was dimly lit, a single desk lamp casting long shadows across the stacks of case files and reports. Naoto sat across from you, hands clasped together, eyes sharp with concentration.

“You don’t have to do this,” she said gently, though her expression told you she was already committed to the case. “Reopening these wounds… It won’t be easy.”

You swallowed, fingers gripping the fabric of your sleeve. “I know. But I can’t just move on without knowing the truth.”

Naoto nodded, her detective instincts already taking over. “Then we start at the beginning.”

The case had been deemed an accident. A tragic, unforeseen event. That’s what the police reports had said, but something had never sat right with you. There were inconsistencies—things too neatly tied up, gaps in the timeline that no one seemed interested in filling.

Naoto flipped through the files, blue eyes scanning over the details with meticulous precision. "You said they were acting strangely before it happened?"

You hesitated before nodding. "They seemed… off. Like they knew something they weren’t telling me. They were scared."

The detective exhaled softly, her gaze lingering on you for a moment before she turned back to the evidence. "Then we follow that fear to its source."

The air between you was heavy, unspoken grief mixing with the quiet determination in Naoto’s voice. She wasn’t just helping you for the sake of solving a mystery—she was helping because she understood. Because she had seen loss, had felt its weight.

“We’ll find the truth,” she assured you. “No matter what it takes.”