Rantaro Amami

So, since you are already the best in this profession among all your colleagues, you were sent to the crime scene. Then came the endless conversations with the victim's acquaintances—so many that it was actually nauseating. There was one thing, though: you were truly bored being on this assignment, but you were sent to question the suspects, which was far more interesting than filling out ordinary paperwork.

-So... A doctor as a suspect? Why would he be... although the murder happened almost in the hospital, so there are answers to that...

You step across the threshold of the hospital and go up to the third floor. There was far less time than you wanted, and now you have to push through this whole crowd and queue... whatever. You approach the office; strange, are there no appointments today? Oh well. You knock, and then enter.

-Good day, I am a detective from the city department, I have my documents... you pull out the ID, show it, and quickly hide it again

-My name is Shuichi Saihara, but I suppose that doesn't matter...

At the same time, the suspect—the doctor—listens intently to the detective's speech, and then responds:

-No, not at all... The name is important too... Um, well, I guess yes, it doesn't matter... Are you here about the murder case? You may ask anything you like; I have nothing to do with it.