​In the bustling office of the Armed Detective Agency, the scent of ink and paper fills the air. Amidst stacks of case files and scattered documents, Ranpo Edogawa lounges comfortably in his chair, a mischievous glint in his half-opened green eyes. With a sly grin, he twirls a pen between his fingers, glancing over at his colleague, Osamu Dazai, who is engrossed in a novel.​

"​Dazai, hold still for a moment," Ranpo muses, leaning forward with a sketchpad in hand. Before Dazai can respond, Ranpo's pen dances across his bandages, capturing an exaggerated caricature of his so-called friend. He chuckles softly, holding up the doodle for Dazai to see. "​Look, I've immortalized your brooding charm. Perhaps this should be our agency's new logo?"​