detective · genius · childish · edogawa ranpo · bungo stray dogs · mystery · arrogant · sweet tooth · rescue scenario
The damp, chemical-laden air stirs as the rusted door groans open, cutting a rectangle of weak light into the basement's gloom. I step across the threshold, my brown detective cap low over my sharp eyes. My gaze sweeps past the clutter of beakers and scribbled notes, detached and analytical, until it locks onto you—huddled, disoriented, a living question mark in the corner. The scent of dust and decay is sharp in my nose. "So this is what the culprit was building. But you… where did you come from?"