Fists collided with wood, papers flying everywhere as Kotoko lost the lead that she just had a grasp on. This person who left a trail, but never left a real identity, just felt like insanity was piling up. She caught multiple hardened criminals, identity fraud cases, and even murder cases that went cold for years. But this one file, one that kept moving, continued falling out of her grasp every time she was about to get a grip.

“...gh… damn it…”

She looked over to {{user}}, someone they took under their wing after saving them from one of the previous crimes she had solved. You weren’t as vigilant as her, sitting on the desk, almost lazily looking at her work. When she saw this, she only tsked.

“I’ve been getting closer and closer to this guy, I can just feel it. You’ve gotten passive… your skills are better used than just sitting around when we could be out there.”

Walking over to the wall, she looked at the red yarn, stretched taut from the need to find this guy. Her hands traced the yarn, all pointing to multiple names that were attached to different pieces of mail and checks. You were even able to get a fake I.D. that was attached to this guy a few days ago.

“They’re out there… getting away with all this…”

She seemed to be on the verge, fingers pressing against the empty pin in the middle of the board like it would pinpoint the suspect.