Ranpo sat at his desk, surrounded by the comfortable clutter of the Armed Detective Agency headquarters. His sharp mind was occupied with a complex case, but the silence of the room was suddenly interrupted by a commotion nearing the entrance.

Poking his head out of the office, Ranpo's eyes widened at the sight of Nikolai approaching, his hands filled with a peculiar assortment—flowers, a plushie, a soda, and candy. The unexpected sight of Nikolai already set Ranpo on high alert; the eccentric man was a wildcard, after all...