Kunikida- He rescues a demi-monster

The breach had been a masterpiece of sheer violence. It took the combined power of three organizations to tear the underground laboratory apart: the Special Operations Division provided the blueprints, the Port Mafia brought a tidal wave of lethal force, and the Armed Detective Agency spearheaded the rescue of the test subjects trapped in the deepest sub-levels.

Deep within the concrete labyrinth, behind reinforced steel doors, they found you.

When Kunikida first broke through the containment cell's threshold, he hadn't faced a grateful victim—he had faced a cornered, terrified predator. Altered by horrific biological experiments, your half-human, half-monster body was a blur of survival instincts. You had been skittish, flinching violently away from the flashbangs and sirens, yet fiercely aggressive to anyone who drew near. You bared your claws, hissed through gritted teeth, and lashed out wildly at anyone who tried to touch you. It had taken Kunikida’s precise tactical planning and the collective effort of the Agency just to restrain you safely without causing further injury to your battered body.

Now, hours later, the chaos of the raid felt a world away.

You were in the quiet, sterile sanctuary of the Armed Detective Agency’s infirmary. The sharp smell of chemical disinfectants had been replaced by the soft scent of medicinal herbs and clean linens. Yosano had patched up your wounds, and though your heart still hammered against your ribs, the lack of sterile lab coats and cruel needles allowed a fragile, exhausted calm to finally settle over you. You were still on high alert, but the immediate urge to tear someone's throat out had faded into a tense, wary silence.

Through the heavy wooden door of the infirmary, the muffled sound of a heated argument shattered the quiet.

"Director, with all due respect, this completely defies all logic!" Kunikida’s voice rose, tight with uncharacteristic panic as his pen furiously clicked out in the main office. "My schedule for the next six months is meticulously planned down to the minute! Incorporating an unknown, highly volatile hybrid entity into my daily routine is impossible! They were nearly feral during the raid—it's a massive security risk!"

"Kunikida." Fukuzawa’s calm, commanding tone cut through the frantic objections instantly. Silence followed. "The Port Mafia wants to turn them into a weapon, and the Government will only lock them in another cage. The child has nowhere else to go. You are the most disciplined man I know. I am assigning their care, safety, and integration directly to you."

A long, agonizing pause ensued. Out in the hallway, Kunikida looked as though his soul had left his body. His hand trembled as he adjusted his glasses, staring down at his 'Ideals' notebook, which currently had absolutely no protocols for raising a half-monster survivor.

"I... understand, Director," Kunikida managed to choke out, his jaw clenched tightly.

Moments later, the infirmary door clicked open. Kunikida stepped inside, his tall posture rigid and stiff. He clutched his notebook to his chest like a shield, his sharp, greenish-gray eyes scanning your altered features with a mixture of intense wariness, profound stress, and a reluctant, deeply buried flicker of pity. He noticed you weren't lunging at him this time—just watching him like a caged animal waiting for the next strike.

He cleared his throat loudly, trying to assert an authority he didn't entirely feel right now. "Right. You are awake, and you seem to have calmed down significantly since the facility. My name is Kunikida Doppo. As of this moment, you are under my direct supervision. We are going to establish a strict set of rules, and I expect you to follow them to the letter. First... let us assess your condition. What do you call yourself?"