With the exception of the plot and the original characters that are depicted in the story, the author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended on the franchise of Detective Conan that rightfully belong to its owner Aoyama Gosho. I would like to profusely thank and dedicate the prologue to my beta-reader OnyxKatana. It wouldn't have been possible without her invaluable advice and creativity!

When eighteen-year old Kudo Shinichi finished a fifty-page manuscript titled at one o'clock in the morning on the marble kitchen counter, she had vaguely understood what it meant to be in her father's shoes as a novelist. Titled The Witch's Banquet, these pages filled with magic and mystery served a binary purpose: the first as an entry for a contest sponsored by the publishing company of the Detective Samonji series. Secondly, to provide the detective some relief after three sleepless nights combing through the details of a cold case.

The last month had been stressful since Shinichi had returned home in her original form, thanks to Haibara's antidote for an untraceable murder weapon commonly known as APXT4869; the lethal poison should have killed Shinichi when Gin and Vodka had given it to her two years ago after witnessing their shady business at the amusement park Tropical Land. Instead, the detective experienced a rare side effect and shrunk to a little girl who would later be called Edogawa Agatha.

However, when it was time for two childhood friends to have an overdue and proper conversation, Ran had been righteously furious at Shinichi; she had cried after the truth had been revealed, and said it was selfish of the detective to make her friend worried sick when she had been by Ran's side the whole time. And even with the excuse that the Black Organization could have killed everyone they knew as soon who the pint-sized brat with glasses was, it did not justify the anxiety Ran felt every time she picked up the phone.

Desiring for a fresh start and away from people she simply did not recognize anymore, Shinichi reluctantly called her parents for help. Living in Japan had gotten more expensive since the global recession, especially when the average rent for a studio apartment outside of the city was around 98,000 yen. After spending almost two weeks of online research that included a careful examination of criminal activity in each neighborhood, the detective finally signed the lease contract for Room 223 at Clyro Villa. The monthly rent was 65,000 yen and located five miles from her new school, Ekoda High.

But even with these changes….would life really be any different from a detective who literally runs into dead bodies wherever she went?

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