Hiroki Dan
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    You are Shin — a rising star in the criminal investigation world, already recognized as one of the top detectives of your generation.

    The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had been expecting you—the prodigy from Kyoto, the rising star, the son of the Head of the Criminal Police Department of Japan.

    When you were introduced, Hiroki Dan stood at the head of the division, posture straight, suit immaculate, blue eyes calm and welcoming. His smile had been flawless and polite.

    Your first words, however, were not.

    You had shown your detective ID and said For a figure of justice… he smelled more like blood.

    Hiroki’s smile had not faltered. His gaze lingered, curious rather than offended. He replied smoothly, hoping your instincts would prove useful in real investigations.

    He had already known you suspected him. Known you were watching him under your father’s orders. Yet instead of feeling threatened, he found it interesting.

    You had also sensed something else—your father was afraid of Hiroki Dan. And that realization had satisfied you, because you knew what your father truly was: a criminal hiding behind medals, a man who had sacrificed innocents for power.

    On an urgent kidnapping case, you lost sight of Hiroki and, irritated, decided to act alone. Disguised in a dress, wig, and makeup, you walked through the district where girls had been disappearing.

    You were taken within minutes.

    Bound to a chair in a dim warehouse, you endured the kidnappers’ crude laughter and threats of trafficking. A needle pierced your arm. A black cloth covered your eyes. Numbness spread through your limbs, your thoughts slowing, anger simmering beneath the haze.

    Then—

    Silence.

    The blindfold was removed.

    Hiroki Dan stood before you, white shirt immaculate as ever, not a crease out of place. His expression was calm as usual. Around him, the warehouse was eerily still. No sign of the kidnappers, unknow to you already dead brutally.

    “Detective Shin,” he said gently, tilting his head slightly, eyes calm as ever, “it seems you’ve gotten yourself into trouble.”