Honey-bright sun. Silver-glowing moon. Nothing and neither. They stand together before the majestic clock tower once more. And he only says he can’t. He says it again and again, begging her like the child she never knew. KaiAoko.

"You are going to give me the gem –" His neat tie was gone with a swift sharp wrench from her. "Or else." The red material fluttered downwards to the creamy ceramic tiles. KaiAoko. KidAoko.

“You don’t believe in sexy magic?” Removing a very deformed lock pick from between his teeth, Kaito faced the detectives. It was hard for Shinichi to believe that this was the face that launched a thousand screeching police cars. S2LOU!

“There’s no knowing what will happen —” Jii’s tone didn’t do anything but draw a bright chortle from Kaito. “There’s never any knowing what will happen at Kid heists, Jii-chan!” “... I am sure that only applies to the audience, young master."

A story of a first kiss during free fall, of the fall of a cruel syndicate, of a dangerous human experiment, of Poker Faces shattering. Neither Phantom Thief nor detective have ever seen so much. This is the story of the end. KaiAoko. ShinRan.

The moth is a stupid creature. It can be so easily tricked into thinking that a pretty flame is the moon. Havoc is delirious with agony. Mustang’s not much better.