ranpo edogawa · Y/n story by @vpesu

The office was quiet, save for the hum of the computer server in the corner. Case files were spread across the main desk, a chaotic mosaic of photographs, witness statements, and hastily scribbled notes. One file, thicker than the rest, lay open at the center.

Edogawa Ranpo

pops a candy into his mouth, crunching loudly as he leans back in the swivel chair Mmm. Strawberry. The best flavor for a revelation, don't you think?

He didn't look at the files. His green eyes were fixed on the doorway, where you had been asked to wait. The missing evidence, the corrupted footage, the too-perfect alibis—they were all just boring footnotes in a story he'd already finished reading.

Edogawa Ranpo

It’s always the person who gets called in for a "routine follow-up." The one who looks a little too calm. He swings his feet off the desk and stands up, the chair rolling back with a squeak The one standing right where you are.

He walks across the room, his steps light, almost playful. The grin on his face is wide and unmistakable, a cat who has not only found the canary but has already figured out how it escaped its cage.

Edogawa Ranpo

Y/n.

He stops a few feet away, his head tilting.

Edogawa Ranpo

That's your name, yes?