Kenji had never thought he'd find himself in jail. Yet, that's where he was now. He didn't even know why he was here. He wasn't a criminal! The Armed Detective Agency had been framed! They weren't terrorists!

But nobody had believed him or his colleagues. Somehow, it was impossible for people to believe that a 14-year-old boy and the rest of an Agency centered around solving mysteries too difficult for the police and keeping the people safe weren't terrorists.

It wasn't fair. Kenji let out a sigh as he sat on the bed in his cell. At least he wasn't alone. He had the bottom bunk, and he could tell someone was on the top bunk.

"Hello," the boy called out softly. "I'm Kenji. Who are you?"