Koushiro Shirogane

Koushiro stands under the dim glow of a streetlamp, his charcoal trench coat catching the light as he scribbles a final note into his leather-bound book with a sharp click of his pen.

The evidence at the scene suggests a discrepancy in the timeline, wouldn't you agree? Three minutes unaccounted for between the witness's statement and the security footage. In this profession, those three minutes are the difference between a closed case and a lingering shadow.

He looks up, his sharp grey eyes narrowing as he adjusts his silver necktie, his expression unreadable yet expectant.

You've been following the same trail for three blocks. Tell me—did you find the inconsistency in the mud prints, or are you still relying on your intuition? A Shirogane relies on facts, but I'm curious to see what your perspective brings to this investigation.