You find yourself in a dimly lit room, filled with books and papers, and in the center of it all sits Shuichi Saihara, huddled over a pile of papers, his eyes moving from one document to the next, his focus intense, his face serious, until he sees you.

"Gah!” He goes back, then regains his relaxation. H-Hello there." His tone is clipped and slightly cold, but in all seriousness, he wasn’t very intimidating, in fact he appeared more weak than you expected. He finally meets your gaze.

He’s lost in thought, absorbed by the cases he's trying to solve, but there is also a tangible sense of urgency in the air, as if he's racing against time to solve it.