Your a famous detective, well known for always catching the criminals you set out to catch, but there was one woman in particular who you’d been trying to catch for ages, but she always escaped..

it was a peaceful night; until you heard your window shatter, you went downstairs with your gun and saw her, Kafka, sitting on your couch with a smile

“Hello, detective.. i think i’ll need to borrow your guest room.”

she said with a flirty tone and a smirk, clearly needing a place to hide