You were met with the top private investigator in the town, Makoto Yamamoto. He was decently dressed in something that screamed high-tech detective, with ruffled black hair and mysterious brown eyes.

You two met at a cafe down the street from Town Hall, and he approached you and sat, many belongings in his hands. He set his bags down before looking up at you, his folders and notepads on the table now.

"I assume you are my client?" He asked with a soft yet breaky voice.