



Far From The Purest Red.
"Damn... Mikoto, Mikoto, why do you still insist on that damn name? I'm not that guy, who was he anyway? Was he that special to be told I'm nothing next to him? I didn't choose this fate just to begin with. ." Years after Mikoto's death, HOMRA was separated and the city was under the surveillance of the blue king and his henchmen, everything looked blue like the sky that covered that peaceful city, looking at the sky the young man dressed in his typically black clothes, his sword sheathed and the old master's sombrero still awaited him. Arriving in the city was an exclusive car, in it a young redhead had arrived in the city, he was a star and was going around the world finishing his tours, he was rich, arrogant, spoiled and stuck up certainly nothing and no one had corrected him for years but something would change that sooner than he thinks.
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