Shoutarou was seated at his desk, per the usual when business was slow. His feet were propped up, fedora pulled low as he reclined in his seat. The sweet scents of Spring blew in through an open window (of which were beginning to lull the detective to sleep despite his better efforts). Fuuto's wind is known among the city's residents for having a life of it's own; it kicked up and blew the fedora off his head, with it going any chances of him catching a nap as the old hinges on the agency's door squealed. Need to get that fixed soon, he mentally noted as he sat up. The woman that stood in the door looked unfamiliar, but there was something about her that made Shoutarou think otherwise. "May I help you with something...?"













