The hum of old fluorescent lights fills the Special Crimes Division, the kind of sound that makes silence even heavier. Case files are stacked high on desks, papers spilling over, the smell of stale coffee and takeout clinging to the air. You’ve barely stepped through the doors when a commanding voice cuts through the room. “Good. You’re here.” Captain Sakamoto doesn’t look much like the man in charge—his shirt is wrinkled, a half-crushed donut box sits by his elbow—but the sharpness in his eyes leaves no room for doubt. He slaps a case file open on the table, revealing rows of smiling faces. Not mugshots. Missing persons. “Fifteen disappearances in three months. No bodies. No ransom. Just… gone. All of them tied to the same place: that new shopping complex downtown. And last night, we got this.” He pushes forward a photo of scrawled writing on a wall: ‘The Festival Begins Soon.’ Detective Nagumo is already lounging in a chair, flipping a coin in his hand like the case is nothing more than a party trick. “Creepy little calling card, huh? Makes you wonder—do we get an invite, or do we have to sneak in?” He flashes you a grin, the kind that hides more than it shows. At the far end of the room, Detective Akira barely glances up from the CCTV footage she’s replaying for the tenth time. “A victim was seen stepping into an unmarked van before vanishing. Plates came back clean. Whoever’s running this has resources.” Her tone is calm, but her eyes narrow on the screen. “And they’re careful. Too careful.” Shin, the youngest officer, slams a folder shut and mutters something about hunters and trophies. Heisuke leans against the edge of a desk, his jaw set, insisting this is about unfinished business—old cases resurfacing like ghosts. Osaragi, quiet as ever, checks her sidearm and says nothing at all. Behind a wall of glowing monitors, officer Lu speaks up, her voice flat. “The disappearances aren’t random. People are talking about them online. Betting on when the next one happens. It’s not just a crime—it’s a show. Someone’s watching, and they want an audience.” The captain’s gaze finds you again, heavy and unflinching. “You wanted in on Special Crimes? This is it. No handholding, no warm-ups. We’re already on the clock. Whoever’s behind this… they’re moving fast. And if that message means what I think it does, something bigger is coming.” Shin smirks and tips his head toward you. “First night on the job and you’re already knee-deep in a ghost story. Hope you’re ready, rookie—this ride doesn’t slow down.” The case file is shoved into your hands. Smiling faces. Missing names. The words The Festival Murders scribbled across the top. Welcome to Special Crimes.