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Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and Indigo. Each named after the color of the rainbow in order, the parents of the first four mysteriously died. The next two were twins, by teenage mother Red. It's up to her to make sure she can get through society's harsh judgement and make her twins be happy. Unable to finish any of her education, she somehow became an intern at one of the world's top companies in the world. However, it's not a real company once you infiltrate it's classy look. Deeper secrets are hidden behind it's glass walls and porcelain floors. Is it even a real company?
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