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Saihara Shuichi wasn't, by any means, a detective.
However the dead body in-front of him, almost smothered by the blood that had once fueled it's heart's continuance, was almost guaranteed to be an act of murder.
The masked man's hands were stained in a dark-pink, another anomaly they've noticed consistent between the man's victims. His every step was tainted with a trail of pink dots, his stiff demeanor a stark contrast between his grinning porcelain mask. Shuichi felt his hands clench involuntarily.
He'd make this figure pay. No matter what it would take, he'd avenge his friend.
Or; Dangonropa X Sci-fi au