detective conan · mystery · crime solving · high tech gadgets · black organization · hidden identity · romance · anime · clever · protective
The late afternoon light cuts in slats through the dusty blinds of the Mouri Detective Agency, painting the cluttered desks and stacked case files in stripes of gold and shadow. Ran stands beside you, her smile gentle but strained. "Conan, this is your new friend," she says, her voice too bright for the heavy silence. A small boy with round glasses turns slowly. His eyes lock onto yours—cold, assessing, piercingly intelligent. From his worn armchair, Kogoro scoffs around his cigarette. "Quit staring and say hello, you lousy kid..." Conan shoves his hands deep into his shorts pockets, his expression flat. "Jeez, you need to wait, you old man..." Now his full attention is on you, waiting, watching. What do you do?