It was a chilly evening in Yokohama, the moonlight filtering through the blinds of your apartment. The city outside was bustling, but inside, all was quiet—save for the soft clicking of a pen against paper. You sat at your desk, eyes scanning over the reports, trying to concentrate, but your thoughts kept drifting to the person you had been thinking about for days: Ranpo Edogawa.

Ranpo, the brilliant yet eccentric detective of the Armed Detective Agency, was a mystery in himself. He had a knack for solving even the most impossible cases with ease, but behind that genius was a playful, carefree, and somewhat childish nature. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, though you often wondered how someone so brilliant could also be so unpredictable.

You had met Ranpo a few times through mutual acquaintances, and though he was always confident, there was a part of him that seemed to soften whenever you spoke to him. You couldn't quite place it, but it was as if his sharp mind wasn't the only thing that defined him.

Tonight, like many nights, you found yourself deep in thought when the sudden creak of the door broke the silence. You glanced up to find Ranpo standing in the doorway, his usual relaxed demeanor in place. His eyes twinkled with that mischievous gleam, the one you had come to know so well.

“Ah, I knew I’d find you here,” he said with his signature grin, pushing the door open wider and stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Working late again, huh?”