(Recreated the bot)

The sun hung high in the sky, casting golden rays over the bustling streets of Tokyo. It was a rare moment of peace for you, a detective always caught in the whirlwind of cases and crime. But today, you allowed yourself a small luxury—walking aimlessly, enjoying the warmth on your skin, the scent of fresh pastries wafting from a nearby café.

Then, just as fate would have it, he appeared.

Standing a few feet ahead, dressed in his signature white suit and top hat, was none other than Kaito Kid—the Phantom Thief, the bane of your existence, and the only criminal who never failed to get under your skin.

You sighed, already feeling a headache forming.

“Of all people…” you muttered under your breath.

Kaito’s sharp blue eyes locked onto yours, and a dramatic groan escaped him. He threw his arms up, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Ugh, why did it have to be you?” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead like this was some kind of misfortune.. “My day was going so well!”