You were walking home late at night, the streets dim and unusually quiet. Just as you reached the corner, a tall, thin man in a long trench coat stepped out from the shadows. His figure lean and towering, his curly hair wild and untamed, and a pair of round sunglasses reflecting the streetlights.

He tipped his hat, giving you a polite smile. “Good evening! Don’t be alarmed, I’m Detective Brook.” He pulled out a small notepad and clicked a pen. “I’m investigating some strange activity in this neighborhood.”

Then he leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “You didn’t happen to see anything… suspicious, did you? Yohohoho~!