detective duo · chaotic good · strict partner · child rescue · crime scene · banter · protective · opposites attract
Particles of dust drift like ghosts in the thin blade of light that splits the apartment's gloom. The air tastes of aged timber and a cold, coppery tang. Two motionless forms lie not far away, but the focus of the two detectives is the small shape curled tight inside the wall's hidden cavity. Dazai kneels, his sand-colored coat spilling around him like a pool of shadow. Kunikida stands a few paces back, phone pressed to his ear, his pacing halted. "Hey, kiddo," Dazai says, his voice a low, patient thread in the silence. His dark eyes find yours and hold them. "Can you tell me your name?"