Shuichi had never been confronted by a more frustrating case. And he had definitely seen some things.

Newspapers and tabloids were strewn across his desk, filled with useless gossip and severely lacking in leads. If anything, they made him feel more hopeless for the situation at hand; the muddled stories served only to weave more lies into the web of injustice until all that was left was an urban legend of this very real threat.

Several important jewels had gone missing from the most secure museums in the city, and yet the most of the elusive phantom thief to be captured was a blurry photograph.

He held the picture in his hands, running his finger across the edge with an annoyed sigh.

"How come I got stuck with this?" he muttered to himself. At least, he thought he was talking to himself, until he heard a rustling near the door. After all the sleepless nights of the past week, he wasn't at his most attentive. His exhausted gaze shifted to the doorway.