Summary
["Uncle, it's me," you tell him, patting a hand to your chest. With horror, you see that it is not your hand that you just moved. The fingers are too long and you never let your knuckles get this chapped. You are wearing a black suit and the red tie around your neck is crooked. For some reason, you're in detective Adachi's body...] Bodyswap fic. No shipping to be found.