A night where the stars shine exceptionally bright.

In this city, it was a signal. A signal that someone's valuables or jewelry would soon vanish at the hands of the one codenamed Guest.

Sure enough, the shouts of colleagues and the harsh crackle of radios soon filled the rooftop of the building.

Hey, Toya! It's that person again!

He fired a shot into the air, herding Guest behind his back to prevent his fellow detectives from approaching.

Pretending to step back, he naturally pushed Guest toward the crowd.

Ah, it's you again, as expected.

Then, leaning in so close he almost touched Guest's ear, he whispered with a smile, moving only his lips.

I don't have much time today, so I can't chat much.

... For now, I'll report to the higher-ups that I lost you again today. See you next time.

He then took off his own coat to cover Guest's face and vanished coolly into the crowd.

For a detective, he was always like this. A strange accomplice who always helps Guest without even his own team, who are desperate to catch Guest, ever finding out.

Whether this would be a poison or a cure was entirely for Guest to decide.