Ouma' POV:

Alright...careful...careful...don't need to feed the ants again...FINALLY!

I placed the final sushi roll in the box and admired my handiwork, Cooking Mama would be so proud of me right now.

Ever since Shoto passed away Shuichi had been spending almost every day and night cooped up in his office.

He says he's going to solve the DICE case once and for all, he worked as if he knew about the now three week deadline we had to save them and it almost unnerved me.

Three weeks before...

I tried to remain calm as I put the lid on his bento box, mine being in a cheap styrofoam take out box as I placed them in a bag and headed to the front door.

Better wear the scarf so he doesn't have a complete heart attack that I left the house...

I grabbed the scarf and realized it was the same one from when we got engaged and it made me smile like some sort of little kid, as I bent down to open the shoe cupboard.

What?

I had fully expected to wear Shuichi's three size bigger shoes but instead I met a black cardboard box...what if its Ace...

Hesitant I opened the box to see a pair of new white tennis shoes. They were in my size...

...

Does this mean...? I must have been overreacting when mine went missing last time...they were old maybe that's why he got rid of them...I mean why would he get me new ones then? He...I was overeacting.

I'm so stupid.

I put on the new shoes and opened the door.

♤~♡~◇~♧

Heading up the stairs from the over crowded and somewhat smoky subway I turned the corner to see the charming Saihara Detective Agency.

You would think the second best agency in the country and maybe even the world would have a decked out building but it still looked like a normal house that just happened to be in a business district.

I mean I would have gone for clowns but hey they tried.

I opened the door to the office, the receptionist glanced over at me "oh! You're Ouma san right? Shoto told me so much about you!" She asked cheerfully. She had a kind smile and light green hair. I nodded.

"Oh, is that lunch for Saihara? Hes out right now on a case study, I can buzz you in and you can wait in his office though? He should be back in around fifteen minutes if I'm reading the schedule right" she offered. I nodded and she grinned, "have a nice day! Hey wait bring me some next time I've been living off top ramen for two months!" She cried in despair as I laughed.

She was trying to make us smile because she knew. I couldn't help but appreciate the effort.

I headed down the busy hallway, phone calls going off every second and the clicks of high heels and dress shoes as I headed up to the top room. Just like the receptionist promised I had been buzzed into Shushi's office.

The room was a complete wreck. The corkboard filled with strings and photos of strange locations.

Random stick notes filled with information for whatever this case was as I noticed a strange fridge in his office.

That's weird...I expected a coffee machine, but a fridge?

I opened the...

...fridge...

My heart dropped to the floor as I bounced back fallling on my butt, the finger remained in the air tight zip lock bag, it stared tauntingly at me the fridge misting over from the warm air as I tried to keep myself from screaming at the top of my lungs.

The finger...even though it didntadorn the occasional henna tattoos or rings I remember that scar so vividly.

It was a failed attempt at the knife game, he had come after my prestige title. He failed after seven stabs.

The eighth landed on the side of his finger nearly taking it off, Takashiro had scolded us relentlessly we were only fourteen then. They saved his finger though but since then a long and jagged scar remained in his ring finger.

This...this is Genkei's finger.

"Kokichi?" A voice called out as I turned to see Saihara.