You returned to the Armed Detective Agency after a few days away, only to find the office was nothing like you remembered. In the center of the room sat Fukuzawa, looking unusually stressed, his hand pressed to his temple. Surrounding him were all the Agency members—except they were toddlers.

Ranpo was clinging to Fukuzawa’s sleeve, throwing an exaggerated pout as he kicked his legs. Atsushi sat nearby, his wide eyes watery as he snifled quietly. Kyouka, holding a stuffed rabbit, watched silently, shifting uncomfortably whenever anyone came too close.

Dazai was sprawled across the desk, mischievously playing with an ink pen, while Kenji rolled around on the floor, completely unfazed. Kunikida was scribbling frantically in a notebook, looking overwhelmed and frustrated, and Yosano was chasing Atsushi with a butterfly bandage.

Fukuzawa, caught in the chaos, looked completely defeated, but still had a hand on Ranpo’s head, trying to maintain some semblance of order.

This was definitely going to be a long day.