Conan arrived at the dormitory just in time, because Kirigiri was drowsily making her way out of her room. With a stretch and a series of blinks, she took notice of the boy trotting over to her.
    
“Good morning, Edogawa-kun. Although I suppose afternoon is upon us, isn’t it?”

Something about her was at ease, and Conan wondered if this would be the only time he would see such a relaxed disposition from her. 

“Good morning! Hakuba-niichan said you were awake all night - shouldn’t you sleep some more?”

Kirigiri waved the concern away as she casually made her way towards the cafeteria. Conan followed beside her, trying to keep up a bright expression.

“I’ll be fine. It would just upset my internal clock.” Kirigiri paused, “...If I may be honest, it might be the best sleep I have had in months. I didn’t wake up once.”

“...Eh?” Conan was confused for only a moment, but he decided to ask anyways just to make sure, “Hakuba-niichan said he checked your room to make sure you were there, though! Didn’t he wake you up so you could open the door?”

A smile formed on her face as she looked somewhere far ahead of them. 

“So he did end up checking… I’m afraid I slept right through it. I gave him my key the other night specifically so he could enter my room.”

“Oh, you had that special key, didn’t you? So you could still get in and out of your room on your own even if you gave someone your key! But isn’t that scary? That means someone can go in and out of your room whenever they want! You must really trust Hakuba-niichan!”

“...I don’t trust him.”

They walked into the cafeteria together and they both had very different expressions from just a moment ago.

“It’s just something I did so he would stop fretting over me,” she explained, making her way to the kitchen. “I’ve had to do this sort of thing before because people are unable to trust me, so I don’t particularly mind.”

Was there a hint of bitterness in her voice? Conan wondered what sort of situation called for that. Could it have been…?

“B-But… you have people starting to trust you now, like Hakuba-nii--”

“Do you remember cleverly proposing the theory that I was the culprit who killed the sixteenth person? You pursued it quite persistently.” Kirigiri was preparing a cup of coffee, staring at the kitchen counter before her. Conan wanted to climb onto the counter to look directly at her, but a side view would have to do. The female detective had a bit of a smile once again, but he could see there was something sarcastic and vexed about it.

“It was a very solid theory, I recall. Hakuba-san jumped onto it immediately, and seemed to believe in it until I brought out that key in the trial. Everyone else did as well. Isn’t it funny, how humans work like that…?”

So he didn’t imagine it, then. She really was upset about that. Part of him wanted to apologize, but she kept going.

“I always wondered how you famous detectives worked. From my perspective, you latch onto the most reasonable idea that will hurt you the least. Had I not been there, I’m sure you would have pointed fingers at the masterminds, or gone through everyone here until you were sure there was no other answer. Yet, Mouri-san acting in self-defense was always the most obvious answer, wasn’t it? I’m sure it’s like that with any other case - you remove your suspicions from those close to you in any case straight from the start.”

...Shinichi really didn’t like how she saw people like him and Hattori - they were famous because they earned it. She was just a no-name detective who luckily was invited to this school. Maybe there was even something fishy about how she was accepted - sure there was the one case (a damn big case, admittedly), but who picks based on just that? And she even said there were other detectives!

“It’s because we trust our friends and family. If they really were guilty, we would realize that.”

“But would you really?” She finally looked at him with wide, piercing eyes that seemed to search his mere existence for some semblance of truth. And he wouldn’t back down - Shinichi would stare, no, glare, right back at her. He said nothing, allowing her to continue.

“To find the absolute truth, a detective must remove themselves from all bias. They must not work in shadow, nor in the luxury of spotlights. A great detective is to be completely neutral in all proceedings. The greatest detective I have ever known taught me this.”

“I suppose I’ve never heard of the one who told you this.”

Kirigiri smirked and leaned against the counter behind her, staring up at the ceiling. “Of course not. And you never will hear of them. Especially if you can’t understand such a simple concept as this.”

He didn’t like her attitude. From an earlier exchange, he thought she doubted her own abilities, and perhaps she did, but now she just seemed arrogant. She thought she was better than the rest of them. Perhaps she was merely jealous that she could never achieve the fame that the rest of them had…

“Is that why you can’t trust any of us?” Conan asked, “Because you won’t be able to find the truth?”

“That’s right. Someone has to, after all.” Kirigiri raised a brow at him and hummed. “...You’re not the first person here to give me that look. I wish I had a camera - I could make a scrapbook using of your faces.”

Shinichi studied her carefully. Why was she like this? She couldn’t have possibly been like this with her own classmates, right? Perhaps that’s why… 

...She trusted them, and that got her here…?

“What about that Makoto Naegi? Didn’t you trust him?”

She looked at him seriously. Kirigiri resumed preparing her coffee before speaking again.

“I did. Do. I do trust him. Because that’s the truth I arrived to: I could trust Makoto Naegi today, and tomorrow, and for the rest of my life. But to reach that truth…”

...Kyouko could remember the very moment she was certain of Naegi’s character. It was the moment before that weight would have come crashing down on him. The boy who had just been screaming moments before because he thought everyone else would be executed because of the incorrect vote. She had to send him to his death to realize how genuine he was. Had he not been so lucky…

“...Kirigiri-san?”

She blinked, and the world stopped shuddering. Breath in, breath out... She was in the kitchen, not at hers or dear Naegi’s deathbed. Edogawa was here and studying her curiously - his hostility was gone, and she was sure he was looking straight into her soul. After so many years, she forgot how it felt to be watched by another detective. She was torn between building more walls to hide behind and breaking them all down at once.

“...I apologize, Edogawa-kun,” she said, taking her coffee and returning to the cafeteria. She could hear the small detective following her, and something inside her was relieved that he wasn’t completely fed up with her.

“I was a bit dramatic there.” She sat down in her usual seat, avoiding Edogawa’s direct gaze as he cautiously pulled out a chair to sit on. “You must have had a reason for coming to speak with me. A question, perhaps?”

“Well…” Conan chose his words carefully. What just happened to her? Just a moment ago, it looked like she was lost in some ancient fear, like she had been absorbed into another time entirely. ...He didn’t mean to act so harsh earlier. He respected her intelligence, he really did. He was just angry that he couldn’t understand her, and she wasn’t offering any leads. And to insult his methods, and the bonds he had...

God, he had so much to ask. And after what she just said, he wasn’t sure what would be appropriate.

“Just… I wanted to ask about the other students… um…” Where to start? “Actually, were there any students that were… kinda uncooperative? Maybe they stopped showing up to breakfast, or something…”

She blinked and looked out at the table before her. “Did something happen this morning? ...Out of curiosity, was it Kuroba-san?”

“How…?” He had to admit, she truly was good at her talent. Apparently those two spoke about something, and it was enough for Kirigiri to guess such a thing. “Um, sorta. Kaito-niichan and Akako-neechan left when they realized you weren’t going to show up. Did something weird happen?”

“I upset him yesterday,” she admitted, but she shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, “and he made the same face that you had just a moment ago. ...Odd, when you consider his personality... you bounced back faster than he did. It seems he’s still upset about it…”

Kyouko furrowed her brow and stared across the room. She would think Kuroba’s and Edogawa’s reactions would be the opposite - the former would pretend nothing happened, and the latter might get a bit moody about it for awhile. What did she do differently? 

At the basics, she slandered perhaps both of their idols. Edogawa should be more offended, since she pointed out the error in his own deductive process. Although, perhaps to Kuroba, it sounded like she was praising ruthless killers… Or maybe it was something personal for him? Did she really crack his mask like she hoped? Speaking of, she should probably tell people about the file on Kaitou KID that he should have. But first--

“Anyways, to answer your question,” Kyouko began, glancing at the boy beside her, who seemed to be studying her again, “there were a few. A short time after the first murder, Togami Byakuya and Fukawa Touko stopped attending breakfast. The former didn’t even inform everyone - he just carelessly did such a thing…”

They all had been awfully frightened, hadn’t they? Yet he just brushed off their concern like it was nothing. Kyouko was hoping this group was a bit more open, but it seemed fate was doomed to repeat itself.

“The only other time someone didn’t show up was if something happened to them. An illness, or result of someone’s plot… It wasn’t until the fourth case when everyone could finally agree that sticking together was the best option.”

Four cycles… that seemed familiar. Significant. Wasn’t that the same number of cycles it took for everyone to band together against the mastermind? Yeah, that seemed about right. Conan still found it ridiculous to believe that it took that long. She also said ten students died - but how? Were the motives really that strong? The same contradiction presented itself for all the mysteries: how could a group of assumedly close classmates do that to each other? The timeline didn’t match up for it to be one of their first meetings. Honestly, one of the only possibilities that made sense was that they somehow lost their memories, but was that even possible?

...He wondered if Kirigiri would even answer if he asked a weird question like that, whether it was true or not. Maybe he would hold off for now - he would gather more information before bringing up that kind of theory. He wondered how Hattori would react to it in their current state…

“Um… Kirigiri-san? Was Genocider Syo a student at this school? Everyone else seems to think so...”

Conan usually hid these questions behind sugar-coated curiosity, but phrasing one like this was difficult. Besides, she seemed to have a good idea of his capabilities, and playing dumb might make him too obvious.

...Kyouko gave the little detective a knowing smile. She knew he had a great mind, and after further observations, she hoped to confront him with some of her own theories. For now, she would remain cautious about it - especially when there were eyes and ears everywhere…

“Do you think Genocider Syo was a student here?”

He hesitated to answer, and Kyouko could see him considering how to answer this.

“Well… Heiji-niichan said they were probably a high school student, since all the deaths usually happened after school hours…” Conan had come to this conclusion on his own as Shinichi, of course, but he was supposed to be seven years old. He shouldn’t be remembering that far back.

“And since details of the case were kept secret… only people involved would know their signature - to avoid copycat crimes.”

“What if there was a file on Genocider Syo kept in the library?” Her smile didn’t falter, and she immediately decided to correct herself, “No, let me clarify. There was a file on Genocider Syo in there. Not anymore however - we took it when we escaped the school. There shouldn’t be anything left in the school relating to that serial killer - to my knowledge, at least.”

“Is that because Genocider Syo was one of the survivors and you didn’t want to risk someone coming here and finding out their identity? Ah, so that means, they didn’t kill anyone…”

Conan had already come to this conclusion as well - at least, that the serial killer wasn’t involved in this case. Now he knew they weren’t involved in any of the cases here - if only he could figure out who it was…

“...I must admit, this case might be incredibly difficult for everyone.” Kirigiri looked a bit smug, as if, perhaps, she had the slightest amount of pride for being able to solve a case the other great detectives couldn’t. “I only had any idea of who the killer was because of something they said. There was also a witness, but I suppose they only made the case more complicated.”

Well, if a witness wasn’t enough to shine doubt on someone, then this was a complicated case indeed. He had a theory, though.

“Was there anyone who stayed in the library a lot?”

Smugness turned into proudness, and Kyouko was trying so hard to hold back her smile. “Most notable was Togami-kun, who practically lived in there during the majority of our stay. I would be inclined to believe he knew all of its ‘worthy’ contents. There was also Fukawa-san, but she merely followed Togami-kun. ...Admittedly, I believe the presence of those two often kept everyone else away. I believe Naegi-kun was there a few times…”

Huh. Coincidence that it was those two. “So that Byakuya Togami would have read Genocider Syo’s file, then?”

“He actually has a collection of similar files at home due to the power of his family. So yes, he read it. He was the one who showed it to Naegi-kun when Fujisaki-kun was killed.”

If that meant what he thought it did, then this case didn’t seem so difficult. But. Wait. Didn’t Hakuba say something about Byakuya Togami being one of the survivors? Could he be a fake? Or, maybe this case really was more complicated than it seemed…

...But he believed he understood the gist of it - even if some parts didn’t make sense. He just needed the true killer and everything would make sense. Later he would be able to speak with Hattori about the case, but for now…

“Okay, I think I understand,” Conan hummed, giving ample time for consideration, “but how about that Enoshima Junko? Who would kill her in such a weird place? Was there anybody she was close with?”

Kyouko hesitated. “Enoshima-san was… Enoshima-san. She was popular, I suppose. I will tell you that she was among the first to… be killed.”

She had been wondering if anyone was focusing on that case - it was perhaps even more impossible than Fujisaki’s. She felt guilty for being unable to give a completely truthful answer - during the life of mutual killing, no one really got close to “Junko Enoshima”. Naegi got along with everyone, so that just left her sister, who she trusted so much…

“Is that all?” Edogawa looked a bit pensive - almost disappointed - but Kyouko had a feeling he had reached a conclusion. She wondered what would happen if he shared the answer with the cameras - would the truth be revealed? Perhaps that execution would appear on her card…?

“I apologize, Edogawa-kun,” she replied, “but I could not tell you much about Enoshima Junko’s character. She was close to her sister, and perhaps to others, but I did not communicate with her very much. Perhaps I could derive a rough personality from what I witnessed, but...”

“Huh? But didn’t you go to school with her for at least a year?”

The two detectives looked up at the entrance to the cafeteria, where the disbelieving voice came from. There were actually two people entering - Hakuba and Sonoko. The question came from the latter, which Kirigiri chose to answer not-quite-directly.

“As I was telling Edogawa-kun, Enoshima-san was… her own person. We didn’t exactly ‘get along’, I suppose.”

Even Sonoko could realize that was a sketchy answer and she rebutted with a dour look.

“Hey, but you guys would have had classes together and would’ve went to school events together - like that picture of the school dance! You should know who she hung out with and stuff!”

She was between the table and the kitchen, and it was clear she would be heading straight there once she was finished with dragging a clear answer from Kirigiri, so Hakuba stepped in.

“You may sit down, Suzuki-san, I’ll bring you something.”

“Eh? Really?” Sonoko beamed and paraded over to the table that the detectives were sitting at, “I’ll take a bagel and some fruit, thank you~!”

He didn’t complain, and took his leave. As soon as he was out of sight, Sonoko released a little screech.

“Wow! He’s a real gentleman, isn’t he?” She tried to keep her voice somewhat hushed, though Conan wouldn’t be surprised if Hakuba overheard her (he could imagine his smug expression already).

“I ran into him on the way here and he offered to walk with me and everything! It makes me feel a lot safer, to know people like him are with us…!”

“On the way here?” Conan made his voice light and loud and held back a snicker, “Doesn’t that mean he was going this way anyways?”

She huffed, and Conan knew he was right on the mark. “Well, yeah, but… he said he was just checking to see if Kirigiri-san was awake, so it was generous of him to stick around…”

Conan looked up at Kirigiri, who seemed surprised for just a moment. Serves her right - she was trying to convince herself that no one here was trustworthy, and yet… He was glad for Hakuba’s personality at this point. He was a bit annoying at times, but Conan knew he was a good person, and Kirigiri needed people like that. 

Conan wanted to trust her, but it was hard when she couldn’t return the favour, and it seemed she was generally close-minded regarding them. Maybe if one person could break down those walls...

“...Anyways,” Kirigiri began, waving away all previous subjects for now so she could start anew with: “What brings you here, Suzuki-san? Where’s Toyama-san? You two are usually together during the day, correct?”

That was true: ever since… that thing happened to Ran, the two of them became almost inseparable. Understandable, since they both lost one of their best friends and that happened to be the same person. It was probably comforting. He was pretty sure they were sharing rooms - a bit like how he and Ran did…

“I don’t think you know, but after breakfast, a lot of people left in a bad mood,” Sonoko said, “almost everyone who isn’t investigating some sort of mystery right now did, actually. She wanted to try cheering some of them up, but we couldn’t find Kuroba-kun, Koizumi-san, or Ai-chan. She wanted to try knocking on their rooms, but--”

She let out a big sigh before continuing, “--the gloomy atmosphere this morning made me lose my appetite, so I just got hungry now. Our situation is really ruining my diet…”

“You really should make sure you’re eating properly,” Kirigiri said, “or, at the very least, you should be eating. For example, Asahina-san indulged in doughnuts during our stay here to keep her in a good mood.”

“The swimmer?!” Sonoko suddenly reconsidered her options and nodded enthusiastically.

“Alright! I’ll just eat until I drop! I’ll have a lot of doughnuts too - if Aoi Asahina could stay that fit, then so can I!”

Conan wanted to tell her that Asahina was also an olympic swimmer and probably was extremely active, so she would be losing weight just as she gained it. But all he could manage was a snort before someone new entered the room - Kazuha was hastily marching towards them with a worrying look on her face.

“Ah, Kazuha-chan!” Sonoko’s face fell when she noticed how pale the Osakan girl was, “Did something happen? Did you find them?”

“I, um…” She stammered, noticing the others present in the room. “I-I foun’ Ai-chan an’ Koizumi-san in their rooms, but… K-Kuroba-kun didn’t answer when I knocked, an’ those two hadn’t seen ‘im since this mornin’...! A-Ah, has anyone seen Hakuba-kun…?”

“I haven’t seen him either, if that’s what you want to ask.” Hakuba emerged from the kitchen with a tray he found that had Sonoko’s order on it. Apparently he had been listening to the previous conversation because a plate full of doughnuts was present as well.

As he set it on the table, he addressed Kirigiri about the situation.

“Perhaps you’ve seen him, Kirigiri-san? When did you wake up?”

“I’ve been with Edogawa-kun since I left my room. Neither of us have seen him, so I can only imagine he has been on the other side of the school or on the second floor this entire time.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Kyouko plucked a doughnut from the plate and took a bite. She was immediately reminded of the last time she and the surviving students last gathered.

How long has she been here? Nearly a week? So perhaps it was just under two weeks ago: their monthly meetings at the Togami estate. They always holed themselves up in the back room that had only a single entrance and a window that offered a breathtaking view of the inner garden. Togami would give orders that no one was to bother them - not even servants, for they managed to put all the necessities into one room. There was a single telephone that connected to the rest of the house that was only to be used for absolute emergencies, and that would be their only contact with the rest of the house. They still had their cellphones, of course, but.

How many of them would admit to being unable to trust anyone in that estate? Togami always gave the excuse that he didn’t want to be openly seen with such common people, but they all knew they shared the same thoughts. They knew SHSL Despair had their influences so they really couldn’t take any chances. Kyouko was aware that the group watched and followed the six of them and anyone close to them. She often received threatening and personal messages from unknown numbers that could be tracked to the middle of nowhere and somewhere all at the same time. They were sent pictures of them going about their day - even one from their meetings, which offered the possibility that they were among those that work for the Togami cologormerate.

...These doughnuts didn’t taste nearly as good as the ones Asahina brought every month. Suddenly Kirigiri wasn’t hungry anymore, but it looked like she would have to finish this…

“Uh, Sonoko-chan an’ I actually took a look around tha’ floor earlier, an’ we didn’t see him…” Toyama picked up the conversation again, and Kyouko tuned back into the situation at hand. Between bites of her bagel, Sonoko piped up.

“Doesn’t it seem weird that he would be on the second floor, though? He didn’t seem like an investigating sort of guy, and it’s probably really busy up there… unless he went into one of the classrooms? Or maybe he’s hiding out in a bathroom… But y’know, if he wanted to be left alone, he could just be hiding in his room and giving us all a tough time!”

“B-But, what’f somethin’ happened ta him?!” The Osakan seemed to be the most panicked in the room - rightfully so, because of their situation - though perhaps that was a bit strange, because…

“...I believe Suzuki-san is right about him hiding somewhere,” Hakuba said, looking very calm about this situation. Conan thought this was a bit strange because... those two were classmates, right? Shouldn’t he be a little bit worried? 

“I know Kuroba-kun, and I’m sure he merely grew bored of his room,” the blond continued, “so he’s likely lounging around - perhaps practicing some magic. Besides, it’s daylight and most of us have alibis. It makes little sense for someone to strike. ...If anything, he’s safe inside his room, and we can use that key to check on him.”

Everyone knew the key he was talking about, and since he wasn’t panicked, perhaps it was best that the rest of them calm down.

Kyouko pondered his words carefully. She had a feeling that… Hakuba knew exactly where Kuroba was. Perhaps not because he saw him, but because he’s thinking of a place no one else would find him in. And if that were the case… they were keeping that room a secret from the rest of them. If that room didn’t exist, and if the boys didn’t have the opportunity to find it, and if Kuroba didn’t have a reason to get away from the commotion, she would have let herself be suspicious of Hakuba’s behaviour. But she wasn’t, because none of those “didn’t”s were true. Everything was fine.

If she really wanted to, Kyouko could go visit the magician to make sure. But she imagined he wouldn’t be entirely happy to see her, so she would hold off. While she was at it, maybe she would keep quiet on the existence of that “Kaitou KID” file for now. It wasn’t hurting anybody after all, and she couldn’t imagine it being particularly useful to anyone here…

“I agree with Hakuba-san,” Kyouko finally said. “I believe we have nothing to worry about. Kuroba-san will rejoin us when he feels ready... and I can’t imagine that taking very long. Carrying on, how have the investigations been?”

“I have been working separate from the others, so I can only speak on my behalf,” Hakuba replied - it looked like he didn’t know how to take Kyouko’s agreement, but he continued nonetheless, “but before I speak, I would like to ask on your status about sharing details on Genocider Syo. From my understanding, all the information that had been present during the case of Fujisaki Chihiro is currently absent.”

Kyouko thought about it seriously. She thought about the interesting people among their fourteen. Information about an unsolved case with details that were withheld from the public. Enough people here were related to important individuals in law enforcement - there had to be someone…

“...I would like to exercise my right to remain silent for the time being, if you don’t mind.” She smiled just a bit despite trying her best to hide it. It wouldn’t do her good if everyone merely thought she was being stubborn. “Inform anyone else who asks that I simply refuse to speak. I wouldn’t want to rob anyone of their one useful nugget of knowledge in our situation. Surely you must understand.”

“Do you really think someone here knows who this Genocider Syo is?” Sonoko asked. “I mean, they would have said something by now, right?”

“I think she means we can figure it out with our combined knowledge!” Conan chirped, and it occurred to him that Kirigiri must have had theories about some of the people among them (which he was glad for - he didn’t think about that possibility she was suggesting). “We have Sato-keiji and Takagi-keiji, after all! They might know something!”

“Hmm? Hakuba-san, I thought you would know something,” Kirigiri remarked lightly. “After all, your father has such a high position. Togami-kun had access to this sort of information; I thought you would have the privilege of something similar.”

The other detective wasn’t offended; he took the tease with an unaffected smile.

“I did, but I never took an interest in the case. Well, I simply had other cases on my mind…”

“Such as Kaitou KID?”

“Y-Yes, I suppose…”

Kirigiri didn’t look scary or disappointed, but her smile was curious, as if she couldn’t understand his answer at all and was making fun of him for it.

...So she was that kind of detective, huh? Conan would like to see her try and corner that stupid thief… He didn’t like the guy, but he could respect him (in a very strange way). 

“Is that all?” Kirigiri’s gaze traveled among everyone present. “I believe the thirteen of you have access to enough information to conclude the investigations on the cases at hand. ...Which is to say, if the truth is still out of reach, then no amount of searching or questioning will bring you closer.”

“Unless we question ya,” Kazuha corrected, who only received a shrug in return.

“There was something I wished to discuss with you,” Hakuba quickly said, just as the female detective rose from her seat, “regarding that… from the other day…”

At first, Conan thought he might have been referring to the events of the first murder. But what followed made it very clear that they were talking about--

“I already told you: keep it.” She pushed in her chair, showing she wasn’t willing to debate on this. “Better in your hands than mine, seeing as I don’t need it. I don’t want you giving it back to me unless you think you are going to lose it - but I’ll be very disappointed if there’s even a possibility of that happening. So don’t.”

Without leaving a chance to object, Kirigiri walked out of the room with her heels clicking against the floor in a steady beat. The remaining four watched her go before continuing the discussion - starting with the question.

“What was that all about?” Sonoko asked.

“Maybe, um…” Conan hummed to himself, as if he was thinking about it, “Hey, Hakuba-niichan, was Kirigiri-san talking about the key she gave you that you used to check on her this morning?”

Sonoko went from being miffed to wide eyes in an instant. “Eh?! She gave you her room key?”

(Shinichi was upset that Sonoko said something. He kept it vague on purpose, dammit.)

“But she still has tha’ other key, right? Th’ one tha’ can open any door in th’ school?”

Hakuba’s hesitation to answer led Conan to believe that the situation was a bit different than presented, but the other possibility - the one he had been trying to verify - might have made less sense…

“...I believe she still sees the possibility of something happening to her at any moment. So she secretly gave me the key she no longer needed.”

(He was being vague as well. So it was like that...! But why…?)

Sonoko thought about it and grew discouraged. “In case someone manages to kill her in her room and lock the door behind them, right? The body might never be found, especially if it was the mastermind, who has nothing to gain from a trial…”

“She’s really prepared, ain’t she?” Kazuha remarked, infected by the gloomy atmosphere that was spreading. “I guess she must really trust ya, Hakuba-san, right? She prob’ly believes ya won’t try ta kill ‘er.”

Conan didn’t entirely believe Kirigiri earlier when he had her answer a similar question, but hearing the disheartened testimony from the other side of the spectrum solidified the truth for him.

“...To be honest, no, I don’t think she trusts me at all.”