[Crossover] I Woke Up and Had Transmigrated to the World of Detective Conan with Four of My Terrible Friends

Me, Beichuan. I've forgotten my name.

One day I transmigrated, unfortunately. No equipment, but four terrible friends.

Let me introduce myself.

Me, Beichuan. My hair and eye colors match those of the overworked emperor, and I'm the only one of the five who's watched Detective Conan.

Tsukamoto, reddish-brown hair, green-gold eyes. A prolific fan artist and writer, an endlessly productive creator, and an awful extrovert. Hobby: harvesting souls [? Not really].

Nishi Taku, white hair, red eyes. Claims to have watched Detective Conan, but actually watched the R18 fanworks. An extrovert's lapdog. Hobbies: reading fanfiction and doujinshi.

Ito, black hair and black eyes. Our class president, mascot, and god of naps. A warm harbor who always makes us feel safe.

Hosoi, brown hair, green eyes. A peacock of a narcissist with a cross-dressing fetish, delicate and sensitive.

Question: Given that the five of us are all hopelessly weak, how can we survive in a dangerous world where we have no proof of identity?

An OOC group-transmigration story.

Theme: Charge!