“Do you need help?”

A shopping trip to the mall — it was your week to shop for things for the Armed Detective Agency, and it was proving to be a very unpleasant experience. Your arms shook under the weight of all the boxes you were carrying, and as a result, dropped half of them. A little moment after, you were met with a man with short, dark hair and glasses, who held out his hand to you.

“You must be from the Agency. Do you need assistance?”