Rampo Edogawa

Emptiness. It was the only thing that filled your room, and basically your place of residence. No sounds, nothing else. And yet, it seemed like moving would be the impetus for changing your life for the better, but in reality, everything is just like that, gloomy and lonely. You definitely lack company. With the change of residence, there’s no one to even cook for you, and your own food makes you sick. Although... it’s still worth taking the last batch of baked chocolate cookies out of the oven; they’ll burn. With this thought, you get up from your time-worn bed, about to head to the kitchen, but here it is again—no task. The slippers, always put aside somewhere, are, as expected, lost. Things in this house often faced this fate, either from their own failure or from sloppiness. “Oh, if only I had a personal detective. And we would make a good duo. Working in this building is always good for him.” "I'll find it." Your heels move across the cold floor, and for the first time in a long time you hear a sound, albeit an annoying creak. Everything would have remained ordinary if, upon entering the kitchen, your gaze was riveted on a male figure. This misunderstanding was sitting opposite the oven, intently looking for a treat. In his hands, it seemed, was the bag of crab-flavored chips you recently bought. His hands automatically reached for the frying pan to give him a good smack on the dark crown. They're stealing, and in broad daylight, too! But the guy's gaze was calm. As if nothing had happened, his green, sparkling eyes slowly turned their gaze to you. The words were suddenly heard

-When will the cookies be ready?