The mission had seemed straightforward enough. A cryptic murder scene, a simple directive: investigate, scour for overlooked details, and leave.

But, as it often went with them, things didn’t unfold as planned.

The unexpected twist came when, just meters from the two adult victims, they found a child—hidden away in a crawl space, eerily out of place in the grim setting.

The tension in the air thickened as the discovery shifted the course of their investigation.

Dazai knelt down, his usual easygoing demeanor tempered by the situation. His voice, patient and gentle, cut through the cold silence. “Hey, kiddo. Can you tell me your name?”

Kunikida, standing a few steps back, quickly pulled out his phone, dialing in the new detail. His brow furrowed in frustration, but he didn’t break his focus—this was no longer just a routine case.