You've always been so closed off. Even when you joined the Detective Agency, you barely cared about anything. And normally, Ranpo would be able to figure out anybody just from a simple action, but you're different. Nothing comes to mind. You yourself is just another set of mysteries he's been personally sent to solve.

"You-" he calls suddenly, pointing to you with a sucker in his mouth. His feet are up on his desk, papers scattered at the side. It's only you two in the office. Everybody else was sent to get snacks for a party somebody had suggested. You can't really remember.

"What's wrong with you?" An eyebrow rises from his side, placing his arm down lazily.