Sugar On The Rim(Ranpo Edogawa X Reader)BOOK 2

Plz were so hungry feed us

Uhhh hey. Since yall keep asking about book 3 (im not mad i swear😔) I wanted to talk about it:)

It's happening!! I swear.

I've written 3 drafts of literally the same book (at least parts) bc I'm unsatisfied with each of them. Anyway, I don't know WHEN it'll happen...but it will. I promise.

I'm trying to figure out how the plot should progress for Y/N sooo that's half the reason it hasn't come out yet lol

Anyway since you all, my children, are starving...

HERES A PREVIEW!!
(note: subject to change)

The air in the room was tense as goosebumps littered by body due to the harsh cold air that was blasting through the AC unit. A wood desk sat between me and the head director of the hospital where I was placed at.

The hospital deals with those individuals who have abilities that are potentially dangerous to society. In the eyes of the government, it's a prison for those who have the possibility for redemption.

Not much is known about this place besides the little information everyone knows. It's said that once you enter, you never leave the same. Eerie.

The director of the hospital sits on the other side of the desk. His black hair was speckled with strands of grey as he flipped open the manila folder on the desk. My eyes flickered to the name tag that rested on his desk, Goro Yuzuru.

Two officers that had detained me stood behind me, watching my every move as they waited for me to strike. As if I ever would.

Mr. Yuzuru finally speaks up, "I apologize for the iron mask on your mouth. It's to prevent you from using your ability since it appears that your ability is released through your mouth."

My eyes narrow. Not only was I unable to speak, my hands were also handcuffed behind my back. "And I apologize for the handcuffs. It's just a precautionary measure." He glances down at the papers sitting in the folder as he flips through them, scanning them over with his eyes. "And I believe you understand all of the restraints, correct?"

I didn't move.

"It's because of how many crimes you've committed. This quite a few. Shall I read them for you?" He asks me as if he's expecting me to reply. He then smirks and laughs a bit, "allow me to read them to you." He clears his throat and begins to list off my crimes. "It appears you have broken out of a police car when you were young, used your ability on multiple police officers, stalked a high schooler, broke into a police station, damaged security footage, used your ability on an innocent, and assisted with murder." He lifts his gaze, "sound familiar?"

I roll my eyes and look away from the man. All of those reasons were justified. I had no reason to be here.