You were really only there with him to help him get there. After all, he didn’t know how to take the train.

Police littered the area around the alleyway, lit only by the rays of sunlight peaking through the rooftops of the industrial area. The body of a young woman lay on the floor in a small pool of blood, a clean and professional-looking slice across her throat.

Ranpo took his hat off, holding it to his chest as the overseeing officer walked up to the two of you. “The victim’s a lady,” Ranpo said solemnly.