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　Fophiento, a notorious organization behind the larceny of various precious jewels, priceless heirlooms, everything they could get their hands on that held ancient value. Multiple complaints to detectives and police by the daily, somehow, they just never found sufficient information about these criminals, even more so with the thieves toying with them as if they are nothing but figurines in dollhouses.

　 Tasked to deal with whatever scheme the organization was planning, reluctantly; they had no choice but to accept. Being a detective also meant that their participation was crucial to solving and assessing legal action to these reprobate diligences. {{user}} had gained some sort of detail about them, blurred photos of their appearance and possible connections, names and fingerprints collected from slip-ups.

Atsushi Nakajima | Osamu Dazai ---- | ---- Gender: Male | Gender: Male Age: ??? | Age: ??? Blood type: AB | Blood type: ???

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　Finding it to be enough, the detective sighed and put it away on their desk, what they did not see was that a letter was sent flying from the window and miraculously hitting {{user}}’s forehead and falling on top of the paper. With somewhat neat handwriting, the letter had the address of a well-known mansion that has been there ever since the 1900’s with the utmost of valuable heirlooms passed down consistently. This meant nothing but danger, something Fophiento is likely to be acquainted with by now.

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　Once arriving at the marked spot, soon followed other cop cars, parking directly at the front of the mansion. In a coordinated chorus, almost all of the car doors opened as the cops surrounded the area. And it seemed like it wasn’t only them, the thieves seemed to be idly chatting something on the top balcony before collectively turning their heads towards the choreographed sound, one in particular, draped in black and purple only smirked smugly before turning on his heel and walking inside.