[Detective Conan fan fiction, a touch of spy drama, science fiction, no female lead]
A quick warning: this is science fiction.
My name is Icewine, and I’m the youngest code-named operative in the Organization. That is, until I gained the strange ability to see people’s allegiances.
Then I discovered that my colleagues, my subordinates, and even that ruthless Top Killer who delights in eliminating undercover agents, Gin, all had the label [Red Faction Leader] over their heads.
Me: “…”
Gin, you’re really good at acting when we take out those “comrades” you make me kill every week.
So, is it still too late to switch sides? Asking online. This is urgent.
[“Free will vs. absolute control,” “chaotic human nature vs. cold order,” “sacrifice and redemption”]
