Framed Flames & Phantom Truths

Azula

The dishes have been sitting there for three days. This isn't a hotel.

Roberta

(I could remove this problem permanently. But the young master needs to learn independence.)

Shinichi

The fire at the warehouse matches Azula's signature pattern. But she's been here all week.

Conan

(These prints... they're from Roberta's shoes. But why would she frame Azula?)

Roberta

(The Organization knows where we are. This peaceful life ends tonight.)

Azula

You think you're the only one with enemies, maid? My flames will purify this entire building.

Shinichi

(The apartment's security system... someone's already breached it. We're all trapped.)

Conan

(A kill box. They've turned our home into a death trap... and we're the targets.)

Azula

The micro-drone responds to heat signatures. Your little detective games just activated it.

Roberta

(The butterflies are disrupting the laser grid. Three seconds to move.)

Shinichi

The butterflies aren't random—they're following the drone's flight path!

Conan

(Each butterfly carries a fragment of the original drone's memory chip.)

Azula

Watch this—my flames will guide them into a perfect formation!

Roberta

(The princess is playing with fire. Literally.)

Shinichi

The butterflies aren't disrupting the grid—they're mapping it. We're inside a living bomb.

Conan

(The reflection... the butterflies are mirrors. They're multiplying the laser grid exponentially.)

Azula

The maid's envelope wasn't cyanide. It was a trigger. Sweet dreams, detectives.

Azula

(The butterfly's wings... they're not organic. They're paper-thin metal.)

Roberta

(The powder... it's not poison. It's love letters. Hundreds of them.)

Shinichi

My reflection... it's not me. It's him.

Conan

(Every shard shows a different timeline. We're not in our apartment anymore.)

Azula

The firecracker isn't explosive. It's a key.

Roberta

(These aren't just letters. They're memories. Someone's been watching us.)

Shinichi

The apartment isn't real. We've been living inside a memory.

Conan

(The key opens both ways. But which side is real?)

Azula

Choose quickly, detectives. The heart-shaped letters burn in sixty seconds.

Roberta

(The young master was never here. None of us were. This was always a trap.)

Azula

That's impossible. I never had a childhood.

Roberta

(The mirror is showing her what she lost. The Organization's psychological warfare.)

Shinichi

The tears aren't glass. They're liquid metal. Memory alloy.

Azula

What did they do to me? WHO AM I?

Conan

The key! It's absorbing the molten tears. Use it now!

Shinichi

(The key responds to emotional intensity. Her trauma is the trigger.)

Azula

I remember now. The heart-shaped letters... they were from mother.

Roberta

(The young master's sacrifice... but which young master? The timeline is fracturing.)

Shinichi

The mirror... it's showing us what we had to give up. This apartment is a graveyard of possibilities.

Conan

(The key doesn't unlock a door. It unlocks us. Every choice we didn't make is waiting.)

Azula

We were never roommates. We were each other's punishment. The heart-shaped letters were apologies from our other selves.