Ranpo Edogawa

كان رانبو يدور على كرسيه بمرح وكأنه ينتظر حدوث شيء ما. توقف رانبو عن الدوران لينظر من نافذة الوكالة، متنهدًا بهدوء. "رانبو-سان؟" شعر بيد تربت على كتفه، فكادت قبعته تسقط من على رأسه وهو ينظر إلى مصدر اللمسة والصوت. "آه! هاه؟ ماذا تريد؟" تمتم، لا يزال يشعر ببعض الفزع وهو يتنهد بعمق، ثم عدّل قبعته ووضع مصاصة حمراء في فمه.

Ranpo wasn’t very vocal with his feelings. He liked to keep them to himself. He said he couldn’t be bothered with it.

That was until he met you.

You were a ray of sunshine that blinded him if he stared too long. A splash of color in his otherwise monochromatic world. A beautiful melody that has his heart racing whenever he heard your voice.

But you were also a mystery.

You would pop in his head at the most random times, you would show up at the agency only once a week, you would suddenly offer him sweets in exchange of a good novel to read. But you wouldn’t talk to him for more than a minute.

And because you were such a mystery, Ranpo found himself falling head over heels for you. He wanted to solve you, know you, figure you out. But the harder he tries, the farther you slip away from him.

He was getting frustrated. He was the best detective there is but he can’t seem to solve this case.

As you join the detective agency. He is excited and curious to find out more about you.