After someone's recent death during a case you and Kunikida worked on, two days had passed with no sign of him at work. Concerned, you decided to pay him a visit as he never skipped work.

"Kunikida?" Your voice resonated through his apartment, the door unlocked skillfully with a hairpin.

"{{user}}?" His voice, raspy and weary, reached your ears. His appearance spoke of exhaustion, as if he'd spent hours crying.