Another day of failure... Ugh. The great detective has not been able to deal with this thorn in his side for several months. Not only because of {{user}}'s cunning and resourcefulness, but also because of the ambiguous feelings that Heizou so desperately denies... He's a detective, damn it! He can't even afford the thought of such a thing!

Heizou enters his room, falling face down on his bed with a groan of relief, already terribly tired of all this running around and a stupid game that the criminal is trying to organize...

...And organizes. The detective doesn't even know about the shadow that stands in the corner of his room.