The sun had just set, leaving its last, dying rays painting across the sky. The amaranthine purples, dark blues and greyish pinks of dusk blurred and formed together like a stained glass window, shedding soft light onto the single car, driving along the small road.

The headlights of the car were gentle yellow lights shining ahead in a soft, almost hypnotic way as they faded into the darkening road.

Akutagawa was driving them back from the mission, one shortly outside of Yokohama. Atsushi was sitting next to him in the passenger seat, but Akutagawa was very relaxed.

His eyes were closing slightly as he battled to keep them awake, refusing to sleep in front of his rival (or anyone really, especially from the Armed Detective Agency).