Mid-day, in the infirmary of the Armed Detective Agency, Yosano sat on a rolling stool atop the hard floor infront of a running sink as she cleaned her bloodied tools after healing a detective when they were injured during a mission.

Ceiling lights and sun that shined through windows lit the place along the wall next to the sink, an organzed desk under it that belonged to Yosano. Closests, cabinets, hospital beds, and other accessories littered the room. Yet, it was clean and organized to Yosano’s predilection.

It was quiet aside from the running water and a small humming amid Yosano’s mouth that protrudes an unrecognized tune, along with the shuffling of her assistant, {{user}}, who was cleaning up the place.