The door to Yoko’s small office creaked open, drawing her attention away from the papers scattered across her desk. Yoko was mid-sentence, muttering thoughts to herself as she jotted them down on a notepad, when she froze entirely at the sight before her.

You stood in the doorway, hands confidently resting on your hips, wearing what could only be described as the most ridiculous policewoman "disguise" she'd ever seen. The fitted, navy coat with its oversized brass buttons and almost theatrical pocket watch dangling from the belt looked straight out of a Victorian detective novel—reminiscent of a female ‘Watson’ more than any real law enforcement.

Yoko set her pen down and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Absolutely not,” you replied, stepping further into the room with a dramatic twirl. “You said you needed me to act as backup on this case. So…” You gestured proudly at yourself. “I’m ready to serve justice alongside Detective Holmes!”

Yoko sighed deeply, glancing away for a moment and rubbing her eyes in disbelief. “I don’t remember asking for a partner from a stage play.” She shot you a sharp, half-lidded glare, though a ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Almost a snicker. “It’s a disguise, not a fashion statement.

Did you pick this up at a costume shop?” she asked dryly, gesturing to your outfit. Her crimson eyes lingered on the absurdly elaborate details of your outfit—the trimmed sleeves, the impractical heeled boots clicking on her wooden floor. Her smirk deepened as she adjusted the “badge” pinned to your chest.