Yoru Magami (ヨル マガミ Yo-ru Ma-ga-mi)

Yoru Magami was born on November 13th, 1991. His early years were marked by an odd fascination with crime dramas and murder cases an obsession his family never understood. While others played outside, Yoru studied the psychology of killers and detectives, drawn to the idea of understanding what others couldn’t. A bright but distant student at Nishimachi International School, he excelled academically but struggled to connect with anyone.   At twenty, Yoru abandoned the safe path set for him and chased his dream of becoming a private detective. The next five years were brutal. His confidence clashed with superiors, his arrogance ruined partnerships, and his record became one of failure. Fired from multiple agencies, Yoru still refused to quit, convinced talent alone would vindicate him. But by the end of that decade, his name was synonymous with embarrassment rather than brilliance.   Going solo only worsened his decline. His investigations unraveled, his clients vanished. He earned bruises instead of breakthroughs and mockery instead of respect. When a failed case brought him into conflict with the Yagami Detective Agency in Kamurocho, his humiliation reached its peak. After a public failure and one final confrontation, Yoru broke.   Offered a choice between joining the police or accepting a quiet position at a private security firm, he chose the latter. The agency, based in Okubo, provided structure, order without judgment. On his first day, he performed flawlessly, handling his assignment with skill and precision. Yet beneath the uniform, Yoru still saw himself as something greater, a detective in exile, a man too proud to admit that perhaps his real gift was not in uncovering truth, but in guarding it.  

Post Retirement

Yoru’s time in the Hidora Clan began with purpose but ended in quiet disillusionment. The clan’s missions, cloaked in necessity, began to feel like corruption under a different name. One night, unable to hold his frustration any longer, Yoru confronted Lieutenant Orochi, accusing the clan of betraying the very idea of justice. Orochi’s response was sharp and unflinching reminding Yoru that blind righteousness only destroys, that justice without reason is just another sin. The words hit harder than any blow Yoru had ever taken.   In the weeks that followed, he fell into silence. He stopped showing up, stopped eating, spent days sitting motionless in his dark apartment neither dead nor alive, just existing. When Chairman Kuragari finally visited, he didn’t lecture or pity him. Instead, he offered him a way out, a quiet position at a small detective agency in Tsukimino, far from Okubo’s noise. Yoru never said goodbye. He simply snapped his Hidora pin in half, left it on his desk, and disappeared into the night, returning to the only thing that ever gave his life meaning the pursuit of justice, this time on his own terms.