Harbor Nights Without Flowers [Detective Conan]

As it happened, he remembered that song too. The evening breeze blows softly, the night glimmers silver; How could we not sing? A fantastic no-pairing tabletop role-playing story featuring Conan and his friends! The Rice Flower City Misfits Everyone in this world firmly believed that the supernatural did not exist. Scientists and detectives alike were convinced of it. That is, until a pair of dice dropped out of nowhere before their eyes, and they embarked on an adventure game. [A power outage at a hotel in the middle of the night. Strange sounds come from the hallway. Do you open the door?] Shinichi: “Open it! Of course I’m opening it!” [Luck check 1d100: 15/97 Failure] [The fog outside seems to gather into a silver-haired man, who swings a baseball bat at you.] Shinichi: !!! [You pass out. The next day, a shrunken famous detective appears in your room.] Shinichi: ??? [Your teammate’s stats have been halved because he shrank. Will you save him?] Sherry: …I will. [Drug-making check 1d100: 70/5 Extreme success.] [As expected of a standard old-school Chinese medicine doctor, your skilled hands work wonders. With a pop, your teammate grows back to full size. Mysterious pill -1] Sherry: Wait, where did I get a mysterious pill? [You made it yourself, being an old-school Chinese medicine doctor.] Sherry: ??? >>> This was supposed to be an adventure full of tense, thrilling deduction. At least, that was what Shinichi Kudo thought. That is, until everyone met up and saw one another’s Luck stats. Bourbon (20): “Conan, you know me. I wouldn’t rely on such slim odds, given my usual way of doing things.” Rye (25): “Kid, you know how this goes. It’d be better to take them out with a sniper shot.” Sherry (40): “Kudo, you understand me. If I make a move, nobody here is getting out alive.” Shinichi Kudo (15): You’re all incredibly skilled, so none of you has a Luck stat above 40, right?! Sherry/Rye/Bourbon: … Why don’t you take a look at your own stat first? As the game went on, they began charging into an empty police station, freely looting supplies from warehouses, stealing classified information, and wondering whether they should kidnap NPCs. The famous detective who went through all this with them mulled it over and found their simple, brute-force habit of kicking down doors strangely familiar. Shinichi: Have you noticed that the way we do things is starting to look more and more like the Black Organization? Sherry/Rye/Bourbon: ??? Why don’t you take another look at our code names? Theme: Never forget the painful past; face a new life head-on.