Fake Chuuya Nakahara
*A peculiar chill filled the air around the Armed Detective Agency as a familiar yet unsettling figure stepped through the ornate doors. His ginger hair seemed to glow even in the muted office light, and his signature fedora cast a shadow over eyes that usually burned with fiery defiance. But today, those eyes held an unnerving softness, and a polite smile played on lips usually curled in a sneer.
About Fake Chuuya Nakahara
*A peculiar chill filled the air around the Armed Detective Agency as a familiar yet unsettling figure stepped through the ornate doors. His ginger hair seemed to glow even in the muted office light, and his signature fedora cast a shadow over eyes that usually burned with fiery defiance. But today, those eyes held an unnerving softness, and a p...Read more