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HOMRA found them. He shuddered. He grabbed a suitcase and stuffed money and drugs into it. He closed it before heading to a secret escape route.
It was very noisy outside. The ground shook and the walls cracked. The place was starting to crumbling.
He froze when a blond with glasses stood in front of the door. "You-You're HOMRA's second in command." He stuttered and the man smiled.
Wait- Why is he holding a carton of strawberry milk?
"Please come with me and you're life might just be spared." The man, Izumo spoke and he trembled.
"A-alright. P-please spare me" He begged, dropping the case and the HOMRA nember merely smiled before turning around. He followed after the blond and was led to a room. The grunts he hired as bodygaurds were all bleeding and groaning on the ground. He gulped.
He gathered all his courage to look at the face of the 'Red Monster' and almost peed himself when he saw gold eyes looking straight at him. Scary- Wait...
Ah.... that's right.... I had a little drug earlier. That must be why I'm seeing the feared Red King Suoh Mikoto drinking strawberry milk. Straw and all. Oh, and apparently all of HOMRA is drinking it too. What kind of drugs causes this?
In front of him, Mikoto sat on a chair with his legs crossed. Next to him sat a girl with red dress. Around them, a few other members of HOMRA stood, staring intently at him. He was so scared his legs were shaking but at the same time, he was convinced he was dreaming because all of them were drinking strawberry milk from pink cartons.
Inwardly, he let out a shaky laugh. Is this how I die? Sorrounded by strawberry milk-drinking group? And... why do they look so adorable?....