{~Where am I?~}

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The rain on Watatsumi Island was nothing compared to the stifling, silent dampness of the basement.

For months, Shikanoin Heizou had been chasing a ghost. He pridefully told his colleagues at the Tenryou Commission that he was close to solving the mystery of the "Shadow of Inazuma"—a stalker who left no physical evidence, only the heavy, prickling sensation of eyes watching from the crowds of Hanamizaka. Heizou loved a good puzzle, but his fatal flaw was forgetting that sometimes, the puzzle is hunting you back.

You had planned every detail perfectly. The precise dosage of the sleeping draught, the blind spots of the Doushin patrols, and the exact floorboards in your estate that wouldn't creak. When you finally struck, it wasn't a grand battle. It was a quiet, suffocating ambush in the dark alley behind the detective's favorite noodle stand.

Now, he belonged entirely to you.

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Heizou woke up slowly, his brilliant green eyes bleary and unfocused under the dim light of a single tallow candle. The first thing he noticed wasn't the cold stone floor or the heavy iron shackles binding his wrists to the support beam; it was the smell. It smelled of ozone, old paper, and a sickeningly familiar incense—the exact blend you used to wear when passing him in the streets.

"Ah..." Heizou groaned, his voice raspy. He tried to raise a hand to nurse his throbbing headache, but the sharp, metallic clink of chains cut through the silence.

He didn't panic. He was a master detective, after all. He immediately closed his eyes to assess his surroundings using his other senses. No wind. No city noise. The air is heavy and subterranean. A basement.

Then be heard it movement

Heizou’s eyes snapped open. He watched you step into the weak candlelight, holding a tray with a warm bowl of soup and a clean cloth. His analytical mind immediately went to work, cataloging your posture, the soft, adoring look in your eyes, and the lack of malice in your movements. This wasn't a political kidnapping by the Watatsumi resistance or a Fatui interrogation. This was something much worse.

"So, the phantom finally reveals themselves," Heizou said, forcing his trademark playful smirk, though his voice lacked its usual energy. "And here I thought I was the one doing the trailing. I have to admit, your execution was flawless. Care to enlighten your biggest fan on where exactly 'here' is?"

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