After a troublesome and traumatic past, (Y/N) (L/N) joins the Armed Detective Agency as well as operating a part-time job at their family's nearby cafe. After dealing with everyone's shenanigans for countless months, (Y/N) seems to expect their life...
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"Interesting..." Ranpo muttered, his glasses on his face as he inspected the one trace the person responsible for this had left behind. The only trace the kidnapper had left was a cold feeling. The moment he had stepped within the building, he knew something was up. He was shivering along with Atsushi, and it only seemed to get worse in certain places.
"Hey, Atsushi," Ranpo said, "I have a couple ideas on what this might be, but I know one thing for certain: this is no work of an ordinary person. This was the work of a gifted man."
"A-alright," Atsushi responded, utterly confused. Then again, he wouldn't dare question Ranpo. At least they were one step closer to finding you... "Do you want to get some ramune on the way back?"
Ranpo pulled his hat down and took his glasses off. "We have no time."
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As she saw the sun high up in the distance, Yosano cursed her stupidity. She had forgotten to get any sleep and instead stayed up all night going down memory lane.
She quickly gathered up her remaining things and jogged to the detective agency. She felt the need to dissect something to get you off her mind. To an outsider, it most likely seemed weird that such a thing calmed her. Though to Yosano, it was just something she accepted about herself long ago.
Once she reached the agency, she shouted, "sorry I'm a bit late!" But much to her amazement, the only person there was Junichiro. "Wait... Junichiro, where is everyone?"
Junichiro looked up at her in shock. "What? You're here? Did you not get the news?"
"No?" Yosano walked over to him, her red high-heels clicking against the floor. "What's up?"
"Well... Fukuzawa called off work for today for us if we would prefer not to do it. A lot of clients owe us tons of favors and they completely understand that we need time to grieve. Kunikida went back to the rooms, Atsushi went out with Ranpo to investigate your disappearance, Kenji is at his farm, and no one knows where Dazai is."
"Oh... so..." Yosano trailed off, lost in thought. "Can you hand me the newspaper?"
Sighing, Junichiro handed her the newspaper, flipping to what he knew was her favorite page. "The obituaries... thanks."
She prayed she never had to see your name appear any time soon, making your death official.
DAY III OF CASE "SPECTRE"
Chuuya's Testimony to the Armed Detective Agency on the Life of (Y/N) (L/N) Date: ——
