The Brewery's Water

"You have to be obedient." The words followed him through every part of his life, like a curse.

"Good boy, come here. Be obedient." That was the person's favorite line.

If there really are gods in this world, please send someone to save me. Anyone, by any means.

Please let me escape this cage called possessiveness.

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"Conan..." The brown-haired girl trembled as she nervously grabbed the other child's arm. "I can sense that Organization nearby."

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"Hey! Sir up ahead, please wait! This child..." A police officer stopped the ill-intentioned man with long black hair. The boy he was leading had faint bluish-purple marks visible at his sleeve.

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Take good care of yourself, Bacardi.

The gentle man said it as if kindness ran through his very bones. And then...

The man died on that cold rooftop.

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"We are both angels and demons. We will turn back the current of time and bring the dead back to life."

Scotch was a good person.

Bacardi was a bad person.

As for that bastard Cointreau, he'd make a fine corpse.

Theme: An unconventional story of salvation.