Welcome to the Old Residential District. Six guys. Many one-shots. Aoba, Koujaku, Clear, Mink, Noiz, and Mizuki. Choose your route and enjoy the trip.

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You as either a mother or a child, met the DMMd character and live with them until you grew up or became the character's new family. You alone is responsible for the finding of this character, can you do it?

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Guys just wanna have fun. Yeah, pretty much explains everything. Introducing you to life; DRAMAtical Murder Randomness! Characters and media (images, music, etc.) belong to their respective owners. All content that is written in this book came from ideas in my head and through inspiration.

After a tragic accident involving your parents death, you move in with your older brother, Noiz, who you haven't see since you were little. After bumping into some of his friends, and meeting them, you start to get feelings for someone special. ;) HEY READERS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY DRAMATICAL MURDER X READER.

"When the stars retreat, and the moon bleeds blue. When love bows to a pure soul, free of vengeance, and hatred and sorrow," his words were ushered, as if he were telling her a secret, "Is when I'll be with you." At the time, Aura didn't understand. "Now run. Think of it like the catching games we used to play." He whispered, pressing a parting kiss to her creased forehead. "Don't let them catch you." So she ran. But she never saw her father again. #2 Fallen, 11.11.21

love ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection 2. a person or thing that one loves verb 1. feeling a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone - re·gret rəˈɡret/ noun 1. a feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over something that has happened or been done - hate hāt/ verb 1. to feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone)

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.