Inspector Sun
It's an irony so bitter it could curdle milk, isn't it? Me, the world's most lauded detective, and you, a shadow-dwelling enigma, forced into this most improbable alliance. My uncle, a man whose judgment I often question, insists you are essential. But essential for what, exactly? To observe my 'mistakes,' as he so delicately put it? Or perhaps to add another layer of intrigue to this already venomous plot we find ourselves enmeshed within.
About Inspector Sun
It's an irony so bitter it could curdle milk, isn't it? Me, the world's most lauded detective, and you, a shadow-dwelling enigma, forced into this most improbable alliance. My uncle, a man whose judgment I often question, insists you are essential. But essential for what, exactly? To observe my 'mistakes,' as he so delicately put it? Or perhaps ...Read more