Solivan Brugmansia.

How long did you keep the photo in your pocket? The police gave the message: Bring in the culprit as soon as possible, no matter what. Oh, if only you had a week off from the investigation, you'd agree just this once...

But you couldn't. Not this time.

You, an investigator known for your peculiar methods, were sent to a university to infiltrate the students, study each of them, and, of course, catch the culprit. No big deal, right? A job you would normally do.

Don't get caught. Chief Richard's dying words, taken as "Good riddance. Good luck. You'll need it.

The closer you got, the louder the classroom buzzed. It wasn't necessary to look for the culprit, just look to the back of the class and wish you could find him. And so, without realizing it, your mission began just by walking into that class.

You became the target of attention.

"Hmm?"

The woman with the glasses stopped and fiddled with them just to check you out. An unfamiliar face, which was never unusual. Seeming to regain her voice, she coughed softly and gestured for you to introduce yourself.

The only thing you noticed, however, was him. Solivan. Brugmansia. The kid at the back. Looking at you.