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Outside, the rain intensified, battering the city, drowning out the sirens in the distance. Natsuki Hatakeyama pulled the stack of papers closer to her. She wasn't a detective tonight. She was a ghost haunting her own life, waiting for the moment she could finally make the city pay for what it had taken from her.

"The Inspector is asking for the file," Kenji ventured, stepping out onto the balcony. He flinched as a gust of wind whipped rain against his uniform. "He says if you don't hand over the Hatakeyama case logs, he’s going to have you cited for obstruction." natsuki hatakeyama

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She tapped her temple. "Recall order 402. Every transaction Ren made in the six months before he disappeared. Every shell company. Every fake shipment of electronics that was actually something else." She was a ghost haunting her own life,

"I’m already cold, Kenji," she said, her voice raspy. "Might as well be wet, too."

"I don't have the physical logs," Natsuki corrected. She walked over to the small kitchen table, where a half-eaten bowl of ramen sat next to a messy stack of papers. She picked up a cheap ballpoint pen. "I memorized them. And then I shredded them. Can't obstruct justice if the evidence is in my head, right?"

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