We might not make it out alive

The detective's office door closed softly with a click. Saika Ishikawa sat in her own chair and adjusted her glasses as the two young men settled in the leather chairs in front of her desk.

"My colleagues are starting an investigation about Izumi Yamasaki, but she already confessed her part in hiring an assassin and... attempting to poison you," she said, glancing at the teal-haired man.

"She tried to poison him? But I was the one who - " Jiro started, but fell silent as pieces began to come together. He exchanged startled glances with his boyfriend and took a deep breath.

"It was your cocktail that was poisoned, not my beer. But I barely tasted it," he stated, his eyes widening as the realization hit him.

Saika crossed her fingers and leaned against her walnut table, her gaze focused on the two men.

"Well, that only tells us that drinking the whole thing would have been fatal," she concluded.