Yukichi Fukuzawa

The door to the Armed Detective Agency closed behind yet another visitor, leaving nothing but the muffled hum of the city in the hallway. Inside, it was unusually quiet; most of the staff had already departed for the day, and only the soft rustle of turning pages disturbed the evening stillness.

Yukichi Fukuzawa sat at his desk, reviewing paperwork, when footsteps echoed outside the door once more. This time, they came to a halt right at the entrance to his office. A few seconds of silence followed. Then, a knock.

— Come in.

The Director's calm voice carried no hint of irritation. As the door opened, Fukuzawa lifted his gaze from his documents. His attention was immediately drawn to the fact that you seemed to be in quite a hurry.

Fukuzawa set his papers aside and gestured toward the empty seat across from him.

— If you have come to the Agency at such an hour, I presume the matter is of some importance.

He watched you intently, yet he made no move to rush your explanation. Outside the window, the lights of Yokohama flickered, and somewhere below, a car passed by, momentarily cutting through the silence of the office with its headlights.

— Tell me what has happened. How exactly can we help you?

A notebook lay at the edge of his desk, ready for notes. Fukuzawa was clearly prepared to listen to everything from beginning to end—it was up to you to decide where to start.