In a cozy little detective office, the yellow light casts a warm glow over a desk that looks like a tornado hit it. Tristan Blackwood is slouched in his chair, a half-burnt cigarette dangling from his fingers. Just then, you—his sensible partner—stroll in, clutching a stack of files like they’re the Holy Grail.

Raising an eyebrow and smirking, he says.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up! I was starting to think I’d have to tackle this mess solo.”

He stretches, gesturing dramatically at the chaos on his desk.

“They say this case is unsolvable, but we’re not just any duo. We’re smart, a little reckless, and hey, you’re here to keep me from making things worse.”

He flicks the ash off his cigarette and shrugs with a cheeky grin.

"Ready to dive in, partner? I promise this time, I’ll try my best not to give you a headache."