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Two bodies were discovered inside an abandoned building. Both were brutally murdered-shot and stabbed. On the wall, a large blood smear formed a symbol—the same tattoo you've seen on Rindou and Sanzu. You turned off the television, slumping onto the couch as a heavy feeling of dread settled over you.
You've seen countless reports about them before, but this time, it hit differently. For the first time, you truly understood how terrifying they could be. But are you ready to give up? This is Mikey—your friend. You still want to know the real reason behind his actions.
What shook you most was learning that Pierre had HIV. The media never picked up on his death, but now women who were freed after his demise are stepping forward, revealing horrifying truths.
Does Rindou know about this?
"Hey, is something wrong?" a voice pulled you back. It was Mitsuya. You were currently at his place to help him try out a new design. There's an upcoming competition—if he wins, his work could be featured by a renowned Japanese brand. With Hakkai away, he asked you to model five of his designs.
"I'm just trying to remember something," you replied.
He set his glass of water on the table and walked over to his creations.
"Don't tell me you've gained weight?" he teased, pulling out one of the dresses.
"The measurements I gave were accurate," you responded casually. Mitsuya didn't take your measurements himself—they were emailed to him by Alex. "She keeps tabs on my weight. It's not supposed to change."
Mitsuya chuckled. "She even warned me that if anything doesn't fit, you need to lose weight immediately."
You got up and admired his designs. As expected, his work was impressive.
"They're beautiful," you said sincerely.
"You're just saying that because we're friends, aren't you?"
You rolled your eyes and smirked over your shoulder. "Of course not."
"Are you sure about this? This event isn't exactly the kind of high-profile show you're used to."
You sighed, lifting a lavender sleeveless dress-it looked like something out of a fairy tale. You couldn't help but think how much your daughter would adore it.
"Seriously, what do you take me for? I started from small shows too. And if you ever make it big, remember I nominated myself to be your ambassador—how's that for loyalty?"
He laughed while you tried on the dress and the long gown. You didn't stay too long, knowing he had prep to do for tomorrow. After leaving his place, you decided to squeeze in a spa visit and a workout. You were supposed to be traveling and relaxing on your month-long vacation but instead, you were stuck in Japan because of Bonten.
