Blood-red roses are like blood stains on the flawless white snow. The pain engraved in my heart and the blooming bloody flowers were all buried in my dream.
Miyano Shiho has now become Haibara Ai, but the bond with Gin is still there. Deep sadomasochism. My favorite blood-red rose has become my most disgusting smell of blood.
Facing the righteous red party, she is like a shark in the deep sea, and there are lovely and pure dolphins. She is afraid, she is really afraid that gin will destroy everything good now.
The entanglement of love and hate, the duel between red and black, the taste of sherry and gin mixed together, is it bitter or sweet?
Gloves are gin loves sherry.
This is an inescapable betrayal.
Can our love last until the end of the world?