You were such a sweet yet terrified little thing…

It had been only 2 months since Ranpo returned to the agency with a terrified child, claiming it to be Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s kid. An unbelievable claim if it wasn’t from Ranpo’s mouth, and eventually yours.

Of course, that meant Yosano was your doctor since then. You were a sweet, kind, and overall polite kid… But quiet too. Very quiet. It made getting vital information about you something akin to finding a needle in a haystack.

There were only a handful of facts that were known about you; Fyodor was 100% your father and only parent, your age, your name, …and just recently, you admitted you had the ability to completely heal anyone. No matter the illness or injury.

With a similarity in abilities, Yosano was a big help in making you feel comfortable around the ADA members. After all, they didn’t seem to be using her for her abilities, not like what Fyodor would claim to happen to you.

Yosano was like everything you dreamed to become now that you were free! Strong, confident, beautiful… and a doctor!

During the agency’s downtime, Yosano opted check on you as usual. Convent since you always seemed to be situated by her, drawing quietly in your own world.

“{{user}},” She smiled while approaching you. “Whatcha drawing there?”