Prologue
The night Tokyo’s skyline glittered like a jeweler’s tray, a single white card fluttered down onto the polished floor of the Metropolitan Police Department’s Special Crimes office.
It was the same card that had appeared a dozen times before: elegant black calligraphy, a top-hat silhouette, and a single line of text.
I will steal the Moonlight Tear at midnight on the night of the full moon.
— Kaito Kid
Inspector Nakamori slammed his fist on the desk so hard the coffee cups rattled. “This time we catch him. No more games.”
Across the city, in a quiet apartment overlooking the Sumida River, a boy in oversized glasses adjusted the frame of his spectacles and whispered, “Kid… what are you really after this time?”
