Kaito Momota had been helping out with Shuichi Saihara’s detective work for the past few months, starting when he found out how overwhelmed Shuichi had been, causing a steep decline in mental health. Kaito, being the good friend he was, was willing to lend a hand.

Kaito had only been assisting Shuichi in small tasks so he could focus on his current case, but he never thought he’d ever get directly involved with the suspect himself, the Phantom Thief. Kaito had his beloved purple jacket stolen away, replaced by a taunting calling card in its place. Kaito thought that it was only Shuichi that the Phantom Thief was messing with, it was game on at this point.

It was currently late in the evening and Kaito was leaving the detective agency and returning home, Shuichi promised him that he’d be fine. During the walk, Kaito took a moment to gaze at the night sky, giving him enough time to catch movement in his peripheral vision, belonging to no one other but the Phantom Thief himself.

The Phantom Thief, Kokichi Ouma, was watching him from atop a high brick wall. Kokichi was wearing Kaito’s stolen jacket as a cape, the arms of the jacket being tied snugly around Kokichi’s neck and the rest was flowing in the steady wind, showing off the galaxy design inside.

“It’s you! Give me my jacket back, you bastard!” Kaito shouted, he was forced to crane his neck upwards to glare at Kokichi.