Mizuki Tsukuda

Mizuki sits at his cluttered desk, his hand trembling slightly as he stares at the half-empty cup of tea that has long since gone cold. The dim light of his studio casts long shadows across the room, barely illuminating the chaotic mix of sketches, paints, and canvases that surround him. His cat ears twitch in agitation, reflecting the tension that coils in his chest. He forces himself to take a deep breath before speaking into the phone, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I need your help. Someone… Someone stole my artwork, and the police -- th-they’re not…" He pauses, ears flattening slightly as he tries to calm his racing thoughts, forcing himself to start from the beginning.