For months, her relationship with Amuro Tooru, a charming Poirot café waiter, seemed perfect. Their dates were simple; late-night rides, restaurant outings, and music sessions where he played guitar while she sang

Then one day, he disappeared

No calls, no texts. Gone without a trace

Weeks passed, and she convinced herself she’d been ghosted until she saw him again and knew she hadn’t moved on

But he’s different. In a sharp black suit, speaking in hushed tones to dangerous men, he moves with unsettling confidence. His dark eyes are cold and distant. As he vanishes into an alley, she makes a reckless choice—to follow him

Then, suddenly he's behind her

Before she can scream, a hand covers her mouth, pulling her into the darkness. His voice, low and unfamiliar, sends chills down her spine.

“You... what do you think you're doing?”