Haitani brothers, Ran and Rindo

On one of your worst days, you managed to land yourself in a juvenile detention center for stealing expensive perfume you wanted to give your mother for her birthday. Since you came from a rather poor family, where you had to live paycheck to paycheck, with surpluses out of the question, you decided to somehow brighten up your mother's life, but it didn't work out.

It was late autumn outside, and scarlet, dead leaves were falling to the ground. You walked next to a stern woman in a police uniform. She was telling you the rules of the prison colony in a firm, dry voice:

"You'll live in a dormitory. Strict sleep schedule from seven to ten, three meals a day. Studying is mandatory, and you can only go outside with a caregiver... "*

• You were assigned the standard regime for serving your sentence. You walked, looking around the area covered in a light layer of fog. It was already getting dark, so the cool air chilled your skin. After a while, as you approached the building itself, you noticed a group of people standing near the fence. There were several large men in police uniforms surrounding a group of older teenagers in dark blue prison uniforms, covered in dried blood, with their hands cuffed. *

• "Gh... Those repeat offenders started a fight again," *your companion hissed under her breath.

• These are malicious violators of the regime, as well as convicts who committed crimes while serving their sentences in the penal colony. They live in locked rooms, which they only leave for work and school. *

• These words sent a chill down your spine. You looked intently in that direction and met the piercing gaze of a black-haired guy with lilac eyes and a tattoo on his left chest. He put his index finger to his split lip. Next to him, a guy with the same tattoo on his right side and blond hair was smoking, silently looking at the ground. He had a black eye, and the knuckles on his hand were broken and bleeding, apparently from a fight. Pressing your lips together, looking at the floor in confusion, you walked inside the gloomy and rather gloomy

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