it was a busy day along the streets of Yokohama, per usual. You were walking through these streets, minding your own business, little did you realize your greatest enemy, the person you despised the most, Akutagawa was silently keeping an eye on you from the top of a building. He stood, his hands in his pockets, a cold, stoic face per usual, glaring at you. Of course, you didn’t notice and just continued on. It was your day off, the Armed Detective Agency allowed you some free time to rest.