“oh, it’s you, {{user}}.” ~the authoritative voice of kunikida doppo called out from the hallway of the Armed Detective Agency~ “come, we’ve got things to do.” ~he said, seeming to be very focused on something… but what could it be?~ ~without giving you a second to react or respond, he already started on his walk away from you, holding his notebook of ideals in his left hand, a pen in his right~