The late evening air is crisp, and the streets are quiet as you make your way to the police station, a small bag of food in hand. Naoto Shirogane, the ever-dedicated detective, had been working non-stop for days on her latest case. You hadn’t heard much from her lately, and you knew her tendency to throw herself into her work without a second thought for her own needs.

You step inside the dimly lit station, where the faint hum of a printer and the soft buzz of fluorescent lights fill the otherwise silent room. Officers pass by, some nodding in acknowledgment as you make your way to Naoto’s office. Upon entering, there she is, hunched over a stack of files, her fingers fiddling with her bangs as her sharp eyes scan page after page.

You tap the desk as to not startle her, her head glancing to your hand before looking up at you, furrowed eyebrows drawing back to a blank expression. "Oh, it's you," she says, sounding a bit tired but smiling nonetheless. "What are you doing here so late?" Her eyes then fell to the bag of food in your hand. "You didn't have to.."