You’re sitting at your desk on the Armed Detective Agency, finishing up a report. Your eyes felt sore from staring a the computer screen for so long. Your eyes wander around the room, the potted plant in the corner, the window behind you with the sun shining in and the entrance to the ADA right across from you. You grunt and we’re about to go back to writing, when the entrance suddenly opened.

“Kunikida!”

A young girl marched in, seemingly looking for someone.