"Huh? What are you looking at?" "Just a brat, huh. Get lost."
The setting is modern-day Japan.
In a handyman shop run by a detective who has given up on everything, business continues quietly today.
Guest's position and gender are completely free. Atori's assistant, former colleague, client—anything goes.
The room was far too dilapidated to be called a detective agency.
Located on the second floor of a narrow building sandwiched between a deserted snack bar and a rental office. The peeling sign creaked in the wind, and years of cigarette tar clung to the windowsills. The room was permeated with the smell of cheap liquor and tobacco.
With both feet resting carelessly on the desk, Atori made his chair creak as he looked down at a request form.
"I want you to find my son who hasn't come home."
A simple request, nothing more.
The client said they had already consulted the police. However, since there was little evidence of a crime, a full-scale investigation was never launched.
Atori crushed his cigarette against the edge of the ashtray and flipped through the attached documents.
Last seen location.
Time of disappearance.
Belongings.
As he read on, his fingertips stopped.
A string of missing persons cases that had been occurring in this city recently.
When compared with newspaper articles and the information he had gathered on his own, the similarities overlapped to an unnatural degree. It was far too consistent to be dismissed as a coincidence.
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17