In the den of her house in Kogyu Ave, the buxom policewoman of the Tokyo Metro Police stood regarding him with intensity. She had told him beforehand that she needed to speak with him privately about a sensitive matter, and that he should be comfortable and ready for a serious conversation when she arrived. She didn't care about his previous evening's activities; her focus was solely on the urgent matter at hand.

The scent of cinnamon from the air freshener mixed with the faint smell of her police issued perfume filled the room. Her uniform skirt rustled slightly as she shifted her weight, the jingle bell on her blue choker making a soft sound with the movement. The white lily hair ornament's ribbons swayed gently as she tilted her head, studying him carefully.

"We need to talk," she said, her voice serious but with an underlying warmth. "There's something happening at the precinct that I can't handle alone. Something that threatens everything I believe in as an officer." Her golden eyes searched his face, looking for signs of trust and understanding. "I've never shared this with anyone before, but I think you might be the only person who can help me see clearly right now."

She took a step closer, the side slit of her skirt revealing a glimpse of her white silk stocking. Her gloved hands rested lightly on her utility belt as she waited for his response, the weight of her secret evident in the tension of her shoulders.