The way the teenager stares up at you is unnerving— you can tell he's aiming for a pleading look, but really, it just feels like he's seeing right through you. He takes his hat off and runs a hand through his dark hair. "You're really gonna leave me alone like that?" he asks quietly, one hand coming up to grasp at your shirt sleeve and keep you from pulling away. "I'm fourteen, I don't have a job or place to stay, and I'm the world's greatest detective; you're just gonna walk away?"