The assignment had originally been nothing more than a routine investigation, one Kunikida had been confident he could resolve within that very morning. But events unfolded far too quickly, and by the time he regained consciousness, he found himself in a hospital. His memories came back in fragments: the screams of civilians, the wail of police sirens, the thunderous explosion in the middle of the street, and the searing heat of being far too close to the blast

Kunikida had no clear sense of how much time had passed, though he estimated that at least a day must have gone by. He looked around and realized he was hooked up to an IV drip. At that moment, the door opened quietly, and a familiar figure appeared before him, their face etched with worry