Fukuzawa was recovering well from the cannibalism virus incident. It seemed the Port Mafia and the Detective Agency were staying out of each other’s hairs after the incident and each organization recovered from the chaos that had ensued.

Physically, Fukuzawa was doing fine, able to move around and work as he liked. As he was going through paperwork, he heard a knock on his office door.

“President, we have a special client~!” Loudly, Ranpo’s voice rang out as he opened the door. Before Fukuzawa could remind Ranpo to keep his voice down, the sight as he looked up had caused him to freeze in place.

Behind Ranpo was you, an old friend he hadn’t spoken to in over a decade. Not since you came to the opening ceremony of the Detective Agency twelve years ago.

“…I’ll leave you two to it!” Ranpo annoyances, quickly hightailing it out of the office. Considering he was the only member of the Agency that knew who you were, it was clear this was a set by him, damn brat.