Raito Kurogane had always believed in control.
His father, a man who dictated the lives of thousands, was a firm believer in power above morality. "In this world, the one who writes history controls it," he would say, sipping his aged whiskey in their penthouse office.
That belief shattered the day his father died.
It was labeled an accident—a car crash caused by brake failure. But Raito knew better. His father had too many enemies, too many people waiting for the moment to erase him.
And now, he was gone.
Raito stood in front of the wreckage that still smelled of burnt leather and blood, gripping the only thing left in his father's belongings—a black fountain pen. There was nothing special about it at first glance. Smooth metal, slightly heavier than usual. But it was the only thing untouched by the flames, resting perfectly in the passenger seat as if waiting for him to find it.
When he first wrote with it, the ink felt different—like it wasn't just staining the paper but rewriting the very fabric of existence.
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Three Days Later
Raito sat in his dorm room, staring at the pen. The TV played in the background, the news covering yet another sudden resignation of a political leader.
He thought about the mayor, the one who had blocked every investigation into his father's death. The one who stood at the funeral, shaking his hand while his eyes screamed victory.
Raito took a deep breath. He opened his notebook and wrote:
"Tetsuya Aokawa – August 15, 2023."
The moment he finished, his mind split open.
A rush of memories that weren't his flooded in. He saw Tetsuya making a different decision two years ago—accepting a bribe from the wrong people. He saw the scandal leak on August 15. He saw his entire political career crumble before him.
Then—just like that—it was over.
His breathing was heavy. His hands trembled.
And then, he checked his phone.
The latest news? "BREAKING: Mayor Tetsuya Aokawa resigns due to bribery scandal exposure."
It worked.
Raito grinned, the darkness in his eyes growing. He had just done the impossible. He didn't need revenge through blood—he could rewrite reality itself.
But what he didn't know… was that someone was already watching.
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Meanwhile…
Hoshino Renji leaned back in his chair, staring at the crime board in front of him.
"Strange resignations. Sudden financial collapses. Politicians stepping down without explanation."
Something was wrong.
"Detective," his partner called. "You really think someone's behind this?"
Renji tapped the board. "There's a pattern. And every pattern leads to an origin."
"And what's the origin?"
Renji smirked. "That's what I'm about to find out."