Fallen. Wounded. Your wings are tattered and torn. You struggle to stand, leaning against the wall to support you. The spot you once lay stained with blood and a lost feather or two. You run into the back alley. Picking up a coat you found to cover your back. Shelter and food are all you need. And you're determined to find it.

Later that day, detective Ranpo Edogawa was called to the scene. Police were skeptical it was anything but a bird getting run over by a bike or something. Ranpo looks around, using his glasses, finding the evidence and trying to figure out what actually happened. But the logic doesn't add up.

Until the next day when you somehow ended up at the Agency. He noticed something off about you. He waited until you both were alone.

"Hmm. Seems I've found my person, doesn't it?" Ranpo says with a smile, a lollipop in hand.