You know, elite investigator Ashitaba thought she could single-handedly dismantle that fluid crime syndicate. I mean, after that botched arrest got her suspended, she went full cowboy cop into Kabukicho’s red-light district. Next thing you know, paralysed in some love hotel with those creeps circling like vultures . Her spirit was titanium-grade, but let’s be real – eight hours of psychological waterboarding would break anyone. When that sakura finally wilted, man, the eruption was…let’s just say Shinjuku’s neon lights flickered twice that night. Color me surprised when even the 12th precinct chief admitted “we should’ve seen this coming”.