The first time Kudo Shinichi showed his helpless look was when he witnessed the man with an indifferent expression, standing on the top of the iron tower with bare feet. In the world he could see, he seemed to be a devout saint, staring at the papers floating in the sky with his eyes as calm as the sea water, admiring the soft and bright arcs they drew in the cold wind of the winter night.
The way he looked was so intuitive that he was shocked.
In the square, densely packed with Kidd's fanatic fans, Kudo Shinichi's originally expected agitation and screams were replaced by a dead silence - tonight, whatever it was, seemed to be deliberately provoking his sensitive and fragile nerves, far beyond his expectation.
He looked down at the white strip that was trapped under his leather shoes——
When the ice blue begins to break, who does he love?