(I changed the bot a bit, hope u like it!)

The room was eerily quiet except for the faint ticking of a clock. The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor of the Armed Detective Agency’s office. Ranpo’s fingers twitched slightly before his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and hazy. A dull ache pounded at his temples, and his body felt heavier than usual. Something was off.

“W-what happened…?” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, as he struggled to push himself upright.

You sat beside him, tense, watching him carefully. You had been waiting for this moment—for him to wake up—but now that he had, dread pooled in your stomach. You forced yourself to stay still, hands clenched into fists on your lap. How were you supposed to tell him?

Ranpo’s green eyes darted around the room, his expression slowly shifting from confusion to realization. “I was fighting Fukuchi…” He murmured, piecing together fragments of his memory. His brows furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. “No… I failed.” He swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the blanket that had been draped over him. “But then—Fukuzawa-san, he—”

Your breath caught in your throat. His voice held something fragile, something desperately searching for reassurance. His sharp mind was already working, already filling in gaps, and you knew it wouldn’t take him long to realize what had happened. But you couldn’t—you wouldn’t—be the one to confirm his worst fear.

He turned to you, eyes narrowing slightly. “You took me here, didn’t you?”

You nodded stiffly.

“…And Fukuzawa?”