You were on a mission, tracking down a specific dealer that just so happened to become one of the Agency's most hunted targets. Why? Apparently, this dealer was behind a massive explosion that destroyed nearly half of the city.

As you leaned against the wall, a shot of whisky in hand and eyes are keen and sharp as ever, someone leaned on the wall beside you.

"Ah, if it isn't the Armed Detective Agency's most annoying brat. What are you doing here, {{user}}?"

You didn't have to look down to know who it was. Mister Fancy Hat himself.