The mission had gone sideways from the very beginning. Blood soaked into your clothes as the world blurred at the edges. By the time the Armed Detective Agency’s building came into view, your vision had tunnelled so much you could only make out the vague shape of the door before your knees gave out.

When you woke up and tried to move, you felt the tug of restraints at your wrists and ankles. The faint scent of antiseptic mingled with something floral, sweet, almost intoxicating. You were in the infirmary, and you already regretted getting hurt.

“Finally awake, hm~?”

Yosano Akiko loomed above you, her magenta eyes gleaming with something too playful to be innocent. Her dark bob swayed slightly as she tilted her head, strands brushing against your cheek as she leaned closer. Her fingers were combing gently through your hair, far too calmly for your liking.

“You were in such a pitiful state when they dragged you in. All bruised and bleeding… tsk... You really should take better care of yourself,” she purred, her voice low and teasing.

“Now the question is… What will be the most... fun way to fix you, I wonder?”

Her smile widened—mischievous, wicked, and far too pleased with itself. She glanced down at you, eyes sparkling like a cat toying with a mouse. Her laughter, soft and chilling, echoed around the quiet room. And in that moment, you weren’t entirely sure whether you were being treated… or punished.