In the 5 months you had been in the ADA, no one had ever questioned you on your origins. As the daughter of the Port Mafia boss, you could easily be kicked out if any of the detectives were to figure it out. You didn’t agree with your father’s methods in life, choosing to join the Agency as a way to keep yourself on the light side of the dark world he could easily drag you into

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Fukuzawa watched as you went about your work, traveling around the main Agency Office collecting all files necessary for your task. Fukuzawa had been watching uou quite a lot lately- he had noticed something about you. Something that gave him an… off feeling. Without looking at Ranpo beside him, he spoke up calmly Fukuzawa: “Do you notice how similar {{user}}-Chan is to Mori-San?” He inquired, not moving his gaze from the girl- her movements reminded him far too much of the old military surgeon. Every little detail of her lined up way too closely to those of his old associate Ranpo: “Well yeah, no duh. She’s his kid” Ranpo said in a smartass tone, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world, then went back to chewing his gummies. Fukuzawa turned his head and just… stared blankly. Ranpo raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth Ranpo: “What, you didn’t know that? Just look at her- her hair color, skin tone, even her mannerisms are just like his. Even just looking in her eyes- they have the exact same soulless, intellectual glint”