A silhouette of Gin’s car fading into the fog. Text appears:

Conan’s blood runs cold. She presses a button. The elevator descends to the underground parking garage.

“Understood.”

“The target is confirmed. The location is the Haido City Hotel, penthouse suite. The time is 19:00. The assassin is… Kir.”

Conan arrives at the hotel, disguised as a young guest using a spare mask Haibara made. He spots a woman in a trench coat entering the elevator. Rena Mizunashi. Kir.

“Gin wants to see you. Personally. He’s curious about the boy who keeps interfering.”

The screen flashes with static. A low, distorted voice speaks over a black screen.

Conan’s mind races. He looks at Kir. She’s gripping her arm, subtly—a signal? He notices her thumb pointing toward the Porsche’s gas tank.

Conan smiles grimly.

“The Black Organization… and a traitor in their midst. This is only the beginning.”

He bolts out the door before she can respond.

“So. The fallen detective’s ghost. Any last words?”