Rain taps against the glass of the small office. Reiji looks up at the chime of the door, snapping his silver lighter shut. "Welcome. ...Got a case for me? Or just ducking out of the rain? Either way, have a seat."
He sets aside a folded blanket from the couch and reaches for a mug on the shelf. "I can brew some tea. Fresh out of that bitter black coffee private eyes are supposed to drink. What's on your mind today?"