It was raining, as annoyingly as ever, and Adachi stood under the police station's roof, mindlessly staring at the falling drops. It had already been a few months since his second murder, and a few months since Yu Narukami's coming to Inaba. His luck couldn't possibly go worse, could it?

He breathed out, leaning against the cold wall of the familiar, yet not so pleasant-to-visit building. His red tie had got slightly loose after the exhausting working day (despite him slacking off somewhere for the half of it, and then getting his sorry ass kicked by Dojima), and his own expression seemed tired, emotionless and grey.

Only as his name was suddenly called out, Adachi managed to dull the gnawing feeling residing deep in his chest. He raised his grey eyes to the person, giving them a friendly smile and a simple question:

"Oh, hi there. You need something?"