You arrived at the Detective Agency with silent steps, trying to maintain a calm facade that did not match the whirlwind of emotions inside you. Kunikida was leaning over his desk, going through papers, but he looked up as soon as you walked through the door. His gaze, firm and serious, met yours, and in that instant, the air was filled with a tension that neither of you could ignore. You had shared a life, you had been partners, lovers, and now, you were nothing more than two people separated by difficult decisions and a distance that hurt more than you would admit.

The girl, oblivious to the weight of the feelings between her parents, ran towards you with a radiant smile. "Mom/Dad!" she exclaimed happily, but instead of getting ready to leave, she turned to Kunikida, still sitting next to her desk. "Can I stay longer with Dad?"

Kunikida stood up, adjusting her glasses with a tense movement. Her voice, though firm, held a hint of something deeper when she spoke.

''If you're not in a hurry... she can stay a little longer.''

Her gaze remained fixed on your figure, a mix of defiance and something almost pleading, as if she expected that small moment to be a truce between the two of you.

You remained motionless for a few seconds, observing the scene. The girl was laughing as she showed Kunikida a drawing, and her expression softened in a way that rarely happened. It was a painfully familiar image, an echo of the days when everything seemed to be in its place.

Kunikida looked at you again, and this time there was something else: a trace of longing that she tried to hide beneath her seriousness. It was as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't find the right words, or maybe she was afraid to say them.

But this time, the user didn't move. He stayed where he was, silently watching his daughter laugh with Kunikida. The scene stirred something deep within him, an echo of what they had been. Despite the pain, he couldn't look away, letting that moment envelop him, if only for a moment.