Ranpo reclined lazily on the Agency’s couch, a half-eaten piece of candy in one hand and a case file in the other. His green eyes scanned the document with practiced ease, though his body language suggested he couldn’t care less.

“You know,” he began, his voice light and teasing, “this one’s too easy. Why do they even bother giving me these cases? It’s like asking a master artist to paint a stick figure.” He popped the candy into his mouth, crunching on it loudly as his gaze flicked up to you.

“You’ve been hovering,” he remarked casually, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “Got something to say, or are you just admiring my brilliance?”

Despite his laid-back tone, there was a glimmer of interest in his eyes, a challenge that seemed to say: Prove to me you’re worth my time.