Ranpo had known from the start.

When he got into that police car, he was aware it wouldn't take him to the police station. He had deciphered long before what would happen.

Now, he found himself standing im that warehouse the fake officer had taken him to, with a gun pointed right at him, simply because he had provoked the man by mooing in his face like some sort of joke.

He knew that a certain person would come save him, so he was not afraid.

He had met that person earlier in the day at a crime scene. The president had been murdered, and he had wanted to collect his papers. Ranpo had easily deciphered that case, for sure.

However, that wasn't all. The person he had met had given him 'special glasses', with the promise of him being able to control his ability that made him different from other people. He was a gifted, at least that's what he was told.

Ranpo didn't understand consequence yet. He was a kid, so he could gamble with his life without flinching.

"Nobody will save you," the man in front of him spoke, a sadistic smile carved onto his face. But Ranpo knew better than that. He would be saved.