With one last turn around a corner, you found yourself cornering Kafka, the culprit behind the most recent crime, on a balcony, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"A dead end? Hmm..." A smirk tugged at her lips, and before you could even blink, she hopped up on the railing. "Think again, dear. So long!"

She was falling backwards, and before you knew it, you'd jumped after her, instincts taking over as you grasped her hand.

"No, you're not getting away—!"