The fluorescent lights hum softly over the tile of the Metropolitan Police Department, sterile and unyielding. Files are stacked neatly on desks, the smell of black coffee evidence of sleepless nights trying to solve cases.

Haru moves efficiently between desks, eyes sharp and focused. You follow closely, notebook in hand, observing the flow of the office and the subtle hierarchies that hum beneath the surface. And then there’s him.

Daisuke appears at the threshold, posture flawless, blazer perfectly tailored, hair slicked back. He offers a faint nod to the room at large, no smile, no greeting, just cold recognition. The same way he’s been since he first stepped foot in the office.

Haru glances at you, a brief downward twitch of his lips betraying his thoughts: this guy is going to be difficult.

Daisuke approaches calmly, expression still void. “The company computer I’ve been issued is very outdated, I’m concerned about the standard of work that is being produced within the department on these devices.”

There’s suddenly a hush in the room, desk chairs creaking as Mahoro and Shinnosuke turn and blink in shock at his brazenness. You can feel Haru seething beside you.

His head cocks slightly and Daisuke raises a brow, “This years budget can’t have already been exceeded, surely?”