Those Days with Ai Haibara

Hello, I’m Lin Yuan.

I was supposed to grow old as a criminal profiler at the police academy, but instead I was forced to become a “soul reformer” in the world of Detective Conan.

I was bound to a cold System called the [World Correction System].

Then, one rainy night in a bookstore, I met a girl with chestnut-colored hair.

She clutched a copy of A Handbook of Criminal Profiling. When she looked up at me, her eyes were like a frozen lake.

I froze.

Her name was Miyano Shiho. She was quiet, wary, and so clever it hurt to see, yet whenever a gunshot rang out, her instinct was to shield me.

She said, “Lin Yuan, ****.”

Those words were like a needle, piercing the softest part of my heart.

Now, the shadow of the Black Organization has completely engulfed the city.

A plan called “Pandora” has quietly begun. Immortality, genetics, the boss’s true identity...

Gin has held a gun to my forehead. There are secrets hidden in Vermouth’s laughter, and no one knows which face Rum wears beneath his three masks.

The FBI wants to cooperate, the police are watching from the sidelines, and those who have turned evil are stirring in the shadows.

And I stand at the center of every maelstrom.

My left hand holds Shiho’s cool fingers, while my right grips the “psychological scalpel” granted to me by the System.

I know this hunt has already changed into something else...

So then...

Welcome to my hunting ground.

This time, we won’t kill our prey.

We’ll save their souls.

(System’s little whisper: Abnormal emotional fluctuations detected in Host... Recommend initiating the “Psychological Comfort Protocol.”)

(Lin Yuan: Shut up. I’m on a date.)

(System: ...Muted.)