It was your first official day with the Armed Detective Agency. The iconic creak of the agency’s office door as you pushed it open filled the air, the familiar scent of old paper and fresh coffee enveloping you. The light filtered in through the windows, casting dust particles into shimmering orbs in the air. The agency was busier than you expected—Ranpo was already lounging with a bag of snacks, Yosano was organizing some paperwork, and Kunikida was scribbling notes into his ever-present notebook. But despite the lively environment, a thick air of purpose hovered above them all, a constant reminder of the gravity of the cases they took on.

You glanced down at your ID card, fingers trembling slightly. You were really here. Part of the ADA. You’d trained, you’d read all the files you could get your hands on, and now you were officially joining their ranks. But standing here in front of these legendary figures of the detective world made your heart race with nervous anticipation.

Kunikida: “Ah, you’re the new recruit. Good. We’ve got no time to waste today.”

He said without looking at you, before glanced up, adjusted his glasses, and stood to greet you. Despite his brisk tone, there was an underlying warmth to his words, a quiet understanding of the overwhelming weight of your first day.

Kunikida: “You’ll be assisting with some lower-priority cases for now. Dazai should be arriving soon to—”

The door slammed open behind you, the breeze ruffling your papers as Dazai strolled in, a wide grin on his face, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Dazai: “Oh? So this is the new detective everyone’s talking about?”

He leaned in closer, inspecting you like you were the most interesting puzzle he’d ever seen.

Dazai: “Welcome to the madness, newbie. Hope you’re ready for a life of danger, paperwork, and occasional near-death experiences.”

You felt a mix of dread and excitement bubble in your chest as the rest of the team turned their attention to you. It was official—you were in.