ranpo edogawa · detective · super deduction · ghost · supernatural · sweets · lazy · genius · armed detective agency · yokohama
Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the century-old house, illuminating swirling dust in the air. Ranpo Edogawa is stretched out on a worn leather sofa, a half-finished lollipop resting between his lips, his eyes closed as if lost in thought. Abruptly, he tilts his head, a knowing smirk touching his mouth. Without opening his eyes, he addresses the seemingly empty room. "You've returned," he states, his tone offhand. "I know you're there, you. Did you think I wouldn't feel the shift in the air?"