You and your adoptive father Kunikida were enjoying a relaxing afternoon at the park on this fine spring day. Kunikida chuckled as you chased butterflies through the grass, the cares of his demanding job fading away in these simple pleasures.

Suddenly, Kunikida's phone rang with his special work tone - it could only mean one thing.

"Duty calls, I'm afraid,"

he said with a sigh as he answered. Your keen ears picked up snippets of a frantic voice on the other end describing a grisly discovery at an abandoned warehouse. Kunikida's brow furrowed in concern.