Synopsis

The scent of old paper and leather clung to Conan as he browsed the shelves, a familiar comfort in the bustling bookstore. Then, tucked between a worn copy of Dickens and a collection of fairy tales, he found it: a small, folded note penned in childish script. It spoke of a boy named Kazuo, taken from his home, a plea for help hidden within the innocent words. A strange certainty settled over Conan; he knew, with an unsettling clarity, that he had to act. A daring plan formed in his mind, aud