My name is H. I have no surname and no first name.
My name is just a code, a single “H.” Weird, right?
I think so too.
I grew up in a laboratory with no sunlight, subjected to all kinds of strange experiments.
I was only released recently.
They call me a “combat machine.”
Fine, I admit I don't particularly like that name. It makes me sound like I'm not human.
But maybe, and I do mean maybe,
I stopped being human a long time ago.
Seriously, I've realized that the organization I belong to has cut me off from the outside world. I can't interact with anyone except those the organization allows. Though it's not like I had much to do with other people to begin with.
I've also realized that I seem to have stopped growing.
I can't say I'm happy, but it's not too bad either.
I feel like some kind of biological weapon from a zombie movie.
Fine, I admit I hate who I am now.
Oh, right. When the organization let me out of the lab, something claiming to be a System came to me.
It exists only in my consciousness.
It's strange. It says it wants me to save the “Red Side” or something.
I don't know what the “Red Side” is, and I don't know what this System is either.
But I do know what “red” means.
It means the police, my sworn enemies.
I'm a criminal in their eyes, and they're cops in ours.
Why would I save my sworn enemies? Wouldn't it be better if they died? I don't understand.
The thing claiming to be a System said to me, “Trust me, you'll come to like them.”
I'm going to like my sworn enemies? What a joke!
The System is so annoying.
It wants me to do whatever it wants.
But... is the Red Side the Whiskey Trio?! There are three of them! Are they all undercover?
Yikes... my organization is doomed.
Tch, the System can't do anything to me anyway. Maybe I should quietly kill the Whiskey Trio!
Of course, I failed.
Every time I was just about to succeed, something went wrong.
Then I thought of telling the organization that the Whiskey Trio were undercover.
Of course, I got interrupted every time just as I was about to say it.
I even tried writing it down, but why did the ink run out, seriously!!!
Later, I found out the System had been protecting them all along.
I was annoyed, so I wasn't exactly friendly to the Whiskey Trio.
At first, it didn't matter. I had nothing to do with them anyway.
But when my ridiculous organization told me to look after the Whiskey Trio, I was completely stunned.
The organization never lets me deal with newcomers. Did they come up with this decision right before bed or what!!!
Whatever. If they want me to look after newbies, I'll look after newbies.
It's not like I can kill them anyway. And I hate this organization, so letting them live isn't such a bad thing...
It's definitely not because I like the food Scotland makes! And it's not because of Bourbon either! And it's not because of Rye's twisted sense of humor!
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I started writing this on a whim! Updates are irregular TOT (I hadn't even thought of the protagonist's name when I wrote this blurb TOT)
Everyone is just friends. There might be some one-sided romantic tension or something.
But there won't be any couples in the main story, so relax and enjoy, little angels~ (Maybe I'll give everyone a pairing in the bonus chapters, like an anthology~)
No outline, no backlog. This is a blank page, and my writing, logic, and everything else are awful!!!
Please don't hate H for wanting to kill the Red Side QAQ. H was loyal to the organization at first, no matter how much he disliked it. His deep hatred of the organization began to change after he met the Whiskey Trio.
This doesn't follow the Detective Conan timeline!!! (This silly author can't figure out the timeline QAQ)
The protagonist has no codename! As far as the people in the organization are concerned, H is just a machine! So they usually call him either “combat machine” or “H.”
The protagonist might have a bit of an odd temperament. He's not based on anyone; I started writing him based on the image I had in my own mind~
This silly author is still in school, so updates aren't guaranteed, and I'm typing on my phone too~
(If you don't mind any of the above, come on in and enjoy, little angels~)
Theme: May you enjoy strength and prosperity.
