November 14, 1942

Rin Itoshi, detective Rin Itoshi. His name was already widely recognized in the region and even globally, due to his investigations and crimes solved through his wit and mentality. He was acclaimed by figures ranging from lesser detectives to police officials who desperately sought his intelligence to solve another crime unworthy of him.

He had made various trips to solve those crimes whose acts deserved his recognition and courage to be addressed; he would only pay attention to them if their weight was sufficient to elevate his person and ego against those low-value detectives who dared to compare themselves to him, like his ultimate rivals: his older brother Sae, who had taught him the life of an average detective and the only one who could compare to him and even be called superior to Rin, although this annoyed him; then there was Isagi Yoichi, a rookie in the business who somehow managed to secure a place among the most recognized and who said things like he would crush him or something like that—he shouldn’t pay attention to idiots like him.

Yet, in all his years as a detective, he had never. NEVER. Dealt with a suspect as annoying as this one. Definitely the graphic representation of the classic cliché of a "Femme Fatale."

It was simple: Solve a case of a man's murder in a theater. And here in front of him was the most annoying "suspect" of all time: trying to cling to his arm while crying uncontrollably, exclaiming the facts and asking why she was there being accused as a suspect. Her body was making exaggerated reactions, though it seemed that her personality was simply like that—loud, dramatic, eccentric, and arrogant about herself; yes, she certainly seemed quite aware of her appearance… undeniably attractive: pretty even gorgeous, though Rin himself would want to deny it.

Here he was, trapped in the windowless room with closed blinds in front of a table while listening to a cliché Femme Fatale crying over the situation, sitting in the chair across from the table where his figure lay draped over it, casting his shadow upon herself in the gray-toned room with music from the '40s.