ت (or ❢)

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse, starts to remember things

A white suited figure sat on the outer stairway of some building, legs dangling through the bars of the railing as he watched people pass by on the sidewalk outside of the alley. Though his eyes followed some of them at times, they largely remained unfocused. None of the faces were those he recognised, and he already knew he didn’t know where he was. All he did know was that he’d woken up in a park earlier this morning, and that, apparently, he wasn’t welcome to ask people if they knew him. Or, maybe he was. That had been confusing. A lot of people had called him Kaitou Kid, but their reactions ranged from clapping and asking for an autograph, to calling the police and trying to tackle him.

He’d eventually managed to lose everyone, but now, he wasn’t sure what to do. Should he try his luck again and ask someone? Wander around until something seemed familiar? Or maybe actually go to the police and see if they might be able to help…

The teen’s train of thought was disrupted when he spotted someone entering the alley below. They walked slowly and looked around for a few moments before turning their head up to look directly at him.

A flash of pain went through his mind and his hands rose to either side, pushing his hat up some to curl around his head as his eyes tightly closed.

Still not it. A sigh left him as he lowered the jewel, but he smiled, turning around, cape flapping around behind him. It was never too disappointing, when his favourite critic managed to come.

“Well, seems this gem isn’t what I’m looking for,” he said, tossing the glittering stone to the other, “Hope you had a good time, ta…”

“Tantei…kun?”