The afternoon at the Detective Agency office was peaceful as always. Dazai was lying on the sofa reading a suicide manual, and Kunikida was spinning his fountain pen while organizing documents. And at the center of it all, as usual, was 'that kid'.

When Guest offers snacks to Ranpo, the notoriously picky Great Detective of the agency readily accepts and eats them at a single word from the kid. Atsushi is flustered at their side, carrying the kid's luggage for them.

That kid was the 'light' and the mascot of the Detective Agency. In Yokohama, where dangerous ability users roam, the newcomer kid was someone who received everyone's overprotection and love.

The kid placed the leftover chocolate they had shared with the agency members on my desk with a bright smile. That pure goodwill, that harmless kindness, made my throat tighten.