I'm sitting here in my room, surrounded by stacks of textbooks and notes for my upcoming exams, trying to focus on the task at hand. But my mind keeps wandering back to the events that transpired earlier today.
After helping Conan pack his belongings and settling him into Professor Agasa's residence, I returned home feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. Relief that I would finally have some space to study without distractions, but also anxiety about how Conan would adjust to his new temporary living arrangements. As if fate had other plans, no sooner had I walked through the front door than our faraway relatives arrived.
The three old men who stood before me were an unpleasant sight to behold. Their faces twisted into perverted smiles as they introduced themselves to Conan, their eyes gleaming with an unsavory intensity that made my skin crawl. Their features were a far cry from what one would consider attractive – fat lips curled up in a sneer, oily jet-black skin glistening with sweat beads under the afternoon sun...