On my first day in the world of Conan, I knocked out an FBI and almost collapsed from gin.
Later I found out that the reason he didn't kill me that night was because the organization had already taken a fancy to my body's abilities.
Training, research, and missions—that's how my days at the winery began.
But the most troublesome thing is not the task, but the man with long silver hair.
He taught me how to use a gun, taught me how to drive, and sat by my bed without saying a word when I was hurt.
He put his gun against my injured shoulder while interrogating me, his eyes as cold as ice.
But I got a bottle of neutralizer from him that only he had.
"You start every time you don't want to answer with 'just'."
He remembers the way I talk, better than I do.
I've been in this world for two years and met a lot of people.
Miyano Shiho, Vermouth, Akai Shuichi, Bourbon...
Some people are protecting me secretly, some are testing me, and some want to take me away.
And I am discovering little by little - it turns out that I also have people who want to stay.
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Intention: Even in darkness, there is light to protect