There are no countries. No boundaries. No laws. No order. There are three rules to survival: 1) Don't leave your back open to those you don't trust 2) Don't die 3) Good luck with #2 Anything else is only an illusion; something that it hovering in front of your face but will eventually disappear. And these illusions, they will lead you to your death. And Arthur Kirkland will not let that happen. Not to him, not to anyone he cares about. Love is an illusion. And yet somehow, it creeps his life without asking his consent. And it's red; the color of extremes, of passion, and of adventure. The color of love and of blood. And this red is perhaps the most lethal illusion of all.