Told in the first person.
Lately, Conan's downfall has made me start obsessing over Conan fanfiction. I wanted to read about a battle-worn bottom, and then, once again, I thought of that twins story I abandoned. It's been so long, and so much has happened, that I can't recapture how I felt back then. But thinking about it now, the footsteps below the rooftop can't be changed. So what if, on that rooftop, it hadn't just been Rye and Scotch? What if there had been someone who looked exactly like Scotch? Would that scene on the rooftop still have happened?
And so, on impulse, I started a new story with no chapters prepared in advance. I'll post as much as I write. What's it like to have the same face as Scotch?
Oh, what a coincidence: when I was researching the case, I found that it happened 22 years ago, and Jingguang was 22 when it was solved. The verification code when I started this story was 22, too.
Theme: Curiosity inspires exploration
The protagonist's name sounds familiar?