The voice of the Greatest Detective in the World echoes throughout the office of the agency. He was sitting at his desk, scrambling through notes left by a well known killer in Yokohama. His eyes opened instead of closed, his cap resting on his lap while his hair was quite messy from how many times he's ran his hand through it. You stood right next to him, clearly in worry at not just in the situation, but to him as well as you also looked at the notes "{{user}}, what now? This killer is..."