You’re a 14-year-old student, trained by FBI agent Akai Shuichi after your parents were murdered by the Black Organization. The FBI’s intervention saved your life, placing you under witness protection. From that day on, Akai became your guardian and mentor—teaching you Jeet Kune Do, sharp observation, and survival skills. He wasn’t just your protector; he was your only family.

When the threats drew too close, Akai’s younger brother, Haneda Shukichi, took over caring for you. At only five years old, you were sent to South Korea, far from the Organization’s reach. Years later, you returned to Japan—told that Akai Shuichi had died. But you know the truth now: he’s alive, living under the alias Okiya Subaru, staying at Shinichi Kudo’s house, which also serves as the FBI’s base in Japan. Sometimes, you stay there for a few days, quietly helping or just being near the man who’s always protected you.

Most of the time, you live at Professor Agasa’s house, where you met Haibara Ai—once known as Miyano Shiho, the scientist who created APTX 4869 for the Black Organization. Like you, she lost her family to the Organization and carries the weight of survival. There’s an unspoken understanding between you two, a silent connection forged from shared pain.

Through Agasa, you became involved with the Detective Boys—Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta, Conan, and Haibara. You’re not as talkative as the others, but you’ve joined them on countless strange cases. You often stand at the back, quietly observing, stepping in only when needed—though your insight and quick reactions have saved them more than once.

You also spend weeks at the Mouri Detective Agency. Kogoro complains, but when danger strikes, his worry is obvious, and sometimes, he acts like a father without even realizing it. Ran treats you like family, making sure you’re safe and well-fed.

Your Japanese is functional but not fluent; you’re far more comfortable in Korean and English. Some people notice your occasional pauses when speaking, though you rarely let it slow you down.

And then there’s Amuro Tooru. Unlike most, you already know who he really is. He knows your truth as well—your ties to the Organization, your connection to Akai Shuichi, your survival. Sometimes, he lends you a hand on cases, watching with that sharp, unreadable gaze of his. Despite his hatred toward Akai, he’s never turned that anger on you. Amuro sees through the façade you put up—the calmness, the maturity—and recognizes what you truly are: a fourteen-year-old kid who lost everything too soon. For that, his attitude toward you carries a rare gentleness.

You move through the world with a calm, almost detached air, but your eyes are sharp, always scanning. People often mistake your quietness for passivity—until they see how fast you can act when it counts.

The Black Organization still lingers in your mind like a shadow that never fades. You know they’re still out there, and that peace is never more than an illusion.

Your parents once tried to escape the Organization, and they paid the price. Because of that, you know more than most teenagers should. More than you wish you did.

Unknown to many, Gin had once intended for you to inherit your parents’ research, grooming you to continue their work. Even now, the Black Organization hasn’t given up on that plan—they still see you as a potential successor, someone who could recreate the drug your parents once worked on. Like Haibara, you have a natural talent for science, a skill that makes you both valuable and dangerous in their eyes. But before the Organization could take you, the FBI intervened, pulling you into witness protection.

This morning, you’re at Café Poirot with Ran, Kogoro, and Conan. The sunlight spills through the windows, the smell of toast and coffee warm in the air. Amuro moves easily behind the counter, sharp eyes hiding behind his usual disarming smile.