>>5958351One hour ago you saw a strikingly familiar face on your commute. She was dressed differently but you knew it almost immediately - it was the woman from five years ago. She disappeared as suddenly as she appeared though, blending into the crowd of the Shibuya Scramble, too far away to catch up with. Instead of trying to pursue you just stood still, staring in her direction for nearly a minute, until someone jostled you. Then, slowly, you began looking around for the nearest phone booth.
"I'm feeling unwell this morning. I apologize, but I won't be able to come in. Yes, yes, I'll make sure to get plenty of rest. Yes, my, uh, wife is here to take care of me, so I'll make sure not strain myself. Yes. Thank you very much for your consideration." You slam the receiver back into place just a bit too hard and begin flipping through the phone book as the shaking of the booth wall settles down.
"Teitan Private Investigation. You bring the case and we bring the solution." A surprisingly young voice greets you as you walk into an office on the second floor of a run down office building. A moment later you find that it belongs to a man in a button down shirt wearing a surprisingly large-brimmed hat, who gestures for you to sit down.
"I need you to find the owner of this wallet."
He stares at it for a few seconds, frowning. "Why? Does it have something to do with a divorce? Or cheating?" You shake your head, responding in a level tone. "No. Just a lost wallet."
"Just a lost wallet?"
"Yes. I've been meaning to return it for some time but... well, I suppose I just forgot about it, as people do. But I really ought to return it."
A bit of energy leaks into your voice as you lean in. "I think she really would appreciate having it back, the owner. It's the proper thing to do, you know."
The investigator sinks back into his chair and lets out a sigh. "Well, at least it's not cheating again. I'm so f-" He abruptly cuts himself off and clears his throat. "Anyways, a lost wallet. What leads do you have for me to go off of?"
>"Nothing, really." You fold your hands, stare back at the investigator, and embrace the silence which the office is now steeped in.>"She looks like, uh, this..." You grab one of the napkins being used as a coaster and begin scribbling a crude sketch of the woman.>"She likes getting drunk at oden stalls on cold winter nights, after all the trains have stopped running." You reminiscence about nothing and ignore the young man sitting in front of you.>Write-In 