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Until he takes his sister back—takes his life back—and becomes human, this howling dog whose emotions lie beyond his control will keep on running.


Yosano, who always took her patients apart three or four times under the guise of treating them… Kenji, who would suddenly disappear after saying his cow went into labor... The great detective Ranpo, who doesn’t want to solve any cases that don’t interest him…


“Get up, Akutagawa. Listen—we detectives become the strongest people on earth whenever someone needs saving.” I am not a detective.


“It’s inevitable. Don’t you get it? Your colleague from the agency said, ‘A hero saves his sister and returns safely with her.’ And maybe he’s right. But you’ll never be a hero—because you will never be a good person. It’s clear as day.”


“Rashomon…,” he murmured in almost a whisper, raising his arm and closing his eyes almost completely. “…Misty Rain.”


“There is something unique about you. The way you’re excessively focused on others’ behavior… The way you keep your distance as if you expect others to alienate you… I grew up in a similar environment as well, and I’ve seen a lot of kids who have run away from orphanages.”


“Ryuunosuke… That’s enough,” she insisted, her voice hoarse. “You’ll never be able to make it out of here alive if you kill any more…” Gin was trembling but not because she was cold. She staggered to her feet and approached the control board.


Akutagawa was already unconscious. He didn’t have even an ounce of strength left after pushing his body far beyond what it was capable of. It was his drive to fight and nothing more that was powering his skill. “You went…that far…?”


Akutagawa silently counted the sugar cubes. Noticing this, the boy faintly smirked as if he had to excuse his behavior. “Oh, this? Um, you see…my colleagues always tell me three is too many, but I just can’t help myself. Where I grew up, sugar was worth its weight in gold.”


It would be the first and last time Akutagawa, who was typically expressionless, appeared utterly lost. “Now let’s get started!” Kenji cheerfully suggested. He was in his workwear and long boots.


“Wait! Don’t take my sister! Stop! I don’t care that I’m a fool, that I’m going to die—just don’t hurt my sister…!”


The boy took his coat off at the entrance, then briefly brushed off some of the water droplets before noiselessly strolling over to the counter and taking a seat next to Akutagawa.


The glass, his boyish expression, even his breathing seemed to be frozen in time. I imagined something completely ridiculous for a moment: I felt as if the young man sitting before me was about to cry. But that wouldn’t make any sense. It wasn’t logical.


The director had held his arms out wide before me…like a father embracing his child. The truth was clear. But no matter how quickly the truth pierced my heart, my brain simply wasn’t trying to understand. The director was dead on the floor. Never would he say another word.


Kunikida’s favorite phrase was “Everything according to plan,” and he disliked phrases such as “Eh. It’ll work out.”


“I slit open my own skin before you punched me. I then created a tear in space itself to prevent your attacks from reaching my muscle and bone,” revealed Akutagawa while rubbing his skin. “This was my trump card. My final line of defense.”


“Let me ask you a question.” Something was bothering me. “Is ‘Odasaku’ my new nickname or something?” “Yep.” The young man smiled hesitantly. “Nobody’s ever called you that before?”


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