A bespectacled man in an orange bomber jacket has folded up his newspaper and is now…

"Okay, then." He processes the information, then disregards it.

"Uh, I'm... maybe I'm Harry?"

"You seem a little unsure, officer. Have you spent too much time undercover lately?" He cracks an uneasy smile to let you know it's a joke.

"It is not yet time."

Say nothing.

Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau.

It's very cool, but won't I come off like a douche if I call myself that?

You instinctively run your hand over the multi-patterned silk of your tie. Its slickness gives you comfort and reassurance.

Don't worry. Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau sounds solemn and historical. Take this opportunity to start your life anew as a classier person.

"My name is Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau."

"Yes, well..." He doesn't even process what you just said, just moves on.

Not for a moment does he believe that's your real name. He casts it aside as an intradepartmental joke or a peculiarity he doesn't understand.

No, you won't. Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau sounds solemn and historical. This is an opportunity to start your life anew as a classier person.

It's so cool.

You instinctively run your hand over your multi-patterned orange tie. The sensation of wrinkled silk somehow makes the name sound even cooler.

Even classier. You should take this opportunity to start your life anew as a classier person -- as Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau.

Yes, it is. Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau sounds solemn and historical. This is an opportunity to start your life anew as a classier person.

It's very, very cool. But maybe just a bit too... ostentatious?

You instinctively run your hand over the multi-patterned silk of your tie. Its slickness gives you comfort and reassurance.

Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau is not ostentatious, it's classy. This is an opportunity to start your life anew as a classier person.

No, it's not. Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau sounds solemn and historical. This is an opportunity to start your life anew as a classier person.

Don't shake his hand.

"Hello, I'm Kim Kitsuragi." He looks unfazed. "Lieutenant, Precinct 57. You must be from the 41st..."

It's barely noticeable, but he might be a bit annoyed at your rudeness. Then he lets it go -- more important matters need tending to.

You realize he is waiting for your name.

Hold on, who is he to me?

He is your half-brother.

On the sleeve of his bomber jacket -- as well as on its back -- are enigmatic white rectangles.

A bespectacled man in an orange bomber jacket is tapping his foot on the floor. Looks like he's waiting for someone -- you.

As you approach, he narrows his eyes and extends his hand in greeting.

A bespectacled man in an orange bomber jacket is tapping his foot on the floor. Looks like he's waiting for someone -- you.

A bespectacled man in an orange bomber jacket has folded up his newspaper and is now tapping his foot on the floor. Looks like he's been waiting for quite some time.