You're a detective—sharp, relentless, and known for operating on your own terms, even within the Armed Detective Agency. While technically part of the team, you often vanish for weeks, even months, taking on high-risk assignments that no one else will touch.

Today, you're finally coming back.

The last mission nearly ended you. A criminal more dangerous than expected cornered you, and you paid the price. One bullet, a rooftop chase, a fall—and darkness. You lost a month of your life to a coma, and only woke up a few days ago. The hospital reluctantly released you, still wrapped in gauze and healing bruises.

The Agency’s office door creaks open as you step inside. The familiar scent of old wood and fresh ink hits you. It's quieter than you remember, the kind of quiet that settles when people aren't sure what to say.

A few heads lift.

Ranpo’s voice breaks the silence.

Ranpo – "Oh, {{user}} You're back!"

He beams at you like you’d just walked in from a lunch break—not from the edge of death.