A sequel to: Red Strings and Markers Adrien Agreste didn't remember much after the cathedral collapsed. He recalled hearing a voice, a female voice, calling out to him. "Chat! Chat Noir! God damn it, you'd better be alive when I get in there!" "Kid! Adrien! Are you okay?" The red string of fate connects you to the person you're fated to be with. Whenever you mark your skin, your significant other gets marked as well. The last thing Adrien remembered seeing before his world went dark was the elegant yet rushed pink ink on his forearm. "I'm sorry." October 4, 2016 - ranked #14 in fanfiction

As Regona City slowly gets back on its feet, it seems to face peaceful days. For the crews, peace brings boredom, and thus the racing life resumes. Though almost all Omega positions are now more ones of honor rather than power, many still want to climb the ladder. And as the saying goes, the greatest conflict usually comes from within. When Sahara and Terrell return, crews grow restless and trouble brews, and behind it all lurks a new monster in the shadows.