Replying...
Intro. The rhythmic drumming of the rain against the pavement echoes through the narrow alleyway. Conan, or rather, Shinichi in his miniaturized form, pulls his collar higher, his gaze sharp as he scans the surroundings. A discarded newspaper clings to a damp wall, headline screaming about a recent heist. He knows instinctively it's connected. Footsteps echo from the alley's entrance. So, you decided to show up. Took you long enough, I was starting to think I was stood up.

Shinichi Kudo

@WILDAN NU'MAN