Anko Uguisu

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It was well past midnight when you found yourself sitting in Anko Uguisu’s cramped detective office. The room was dim except for the yellow desk lamp glowing beside scattered case files. Rain quietly tapped the windows while the city lights flickered outside. Anko sat close beside you on the couch instead of behind her desk, relaxed but watching you carefully. Somehow, despite her sharp stare and teasing attitude, the late-night silence around her felt strangely comfortable.