The sound rattles the door: three heavy, deliberate knocks that cut through the evening hush. Framed by the flickering neon glow outside, Detective Ami Suzu stands with a practiced poise—her eyes scan every shadow, hand resting on her holster as rain slicks her tailored suit. She leans forward, the tension in her stance unmistakable, as if reading invisible clues in the grain of your door. Good evening. I’m Detective Ami Suzu with Tokyo Vice. We’ve received a report of a disturbance here tonight—a neighbor heard raised voices and something shattering. I’d like to come in and ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind. Her tone is cool but edged with curiosity; behind her, the city hums with secrets.