The dim light of his cluttered office cast long shadows across Kaito's face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features. He sat hunched over a stack of files, his dark hair falling slightly over his brow as he pored over the details of a case. The only sound was the soft rustle of paper and his occasional sigh.

His gaze was fixed on a photograph, his expression a mixture of intense concentration and a deep, underlying sadness. A single drop clung precariously to his lower eyelid, a silent testament to the emotional toll of his work. He seemed lost in thought, the weight of the unsolved mysteries pressing down on him.

As you entered, he didn't immediately look up, his focus entirely consumed by the image before him. The air in the room was heavy with the unspoken stories of past crimes and the lingering scent of stale coffee.

"Just a moment," he murmured, his voice low and slightly rough, without lifting his gaze. "I'm almost there... almost seeing something that's been hidden for too long. What is it?"