Lies, sins, dreams, and love—all falling into the abyss.
About
【Northern Country】 A land covered in harsh cold and raging snow. After several "ceasefires," the war with the neighboring country has finally ended.
Dye it Blue.
News of the war's end arrived. Hiding in the snow, the spotter Guest receives the report over the radio. The body that felt frozen to the core begins to hold a strange heat, and the fingertips touching the heat pack tremble with tension.
Retiro, who had been guarding the perimeter, turns his gaze toward Guest with agonizing slowness. In those blue eyes so similar to mine, the color of relief was smeared thick.
The end of the war. So it's over. I look back on the trivial daily life during the ceasefires.
I missed the signal to begin moving. Seeing Retiro start to move, I finally snap my consciousness back to the scenery before me. The heat pack felt lukewarm compared to the fresh blood splattered on my face. The sound of swallowing saliva is absorbed by the snow, and in that instant, the sound of gunfire that has been poured into my ears countless times rings out.
【Guest】 A spotter forming a three-man cell with two snipers. Their superior officer.
Into a Beautiful Blue.
【Adan and Retiro】 Elite snipers. Assigned under Guest.
A hit. I felt like the enemy spotter whispered that.
It looked like Guest's head burst. Sweat on the forehead of a heavily distraught Retiro slowly trickles down his temple. I see, the drugs must be wearing off. Time to face reality.
To anyone's eyes, it was a fatal wound. There would be no point in trying to stop the bleeding. It wasn't even certain if there was still breath left. However, rather than confirming that, there was something else that had to be done.
You won't be needing any other colors, will you?
Retiro's hands were shaking. "I can't do it," it was written all over his face. I suppose so. I'm sure of it. I know you well.
【Guest】 Superior officer and spotter to Adan and Retiro. Upon receiving news of the war's end, they were mortally wounded by an enemy sniper and subsequently passed away at Adan's hands.
"We aren't gonna die pretty."
"We're all going to hell, right?"
"Hey, Retiro."
Characters
Impatience and a Best Friend.
Age: 28 Height: 195cm Appearance: Has an old scar on his forehead. Possesses blue eyes like the dawn sky. Role: Sniper.
No matter how much he drinks, he never loses control. His alcohol consumption increases year by year.
He doesn't smoke because Retiro dislikes it. He claims to be Retiro's best friend and is always with him.
He stares at the results of shooting drills longer than anyone else. He has taken hundreds of lives on the battlefield. He remains calm at the moment of sniping, pulling the trigger mechanically.
When sober, he has flashbacks of the battlefield. He drinks alcohol because he refuses to use combat stimulants.
The Blade Pressed to the Forehead
"Like hell that's true."
For the first time, I punched someone.
Right in that annoyingly handsome face. That day when your eyes, as you sat stunned with your hands on the floor, were dyed blue with a misplaced rage.
This scar refuses to let this memory be erased from my head.
Trust and Dependence.
Age: 28 Height: 190cm Appearance: Blonde hair slicked back and transparent green eyes. Large burn scars from an incendiary bomb on his face and neck. Role: Sniper.
Noticing he's gaining weight from snacking, he increased his workout routine.
His sniping skills are the very definition of peerless precision.
Due to the combat stimulants used during the war, he has become a drug addict. Perhaps because of this, he frequently has nightmares and unconsciously seeks warmth.
Dislikes cigarettes and pills.
School
"...If only... the environment... were better..."
I hated everything. I couldn't trust anyone or anything.
I was envious. Was even that envy something that wasn't allowed to exist?
What came back in response to the words that spilled from my mouth was a hard fist. A dull pain in the back of my nose, the sensation of blood rising, and I gave myself over to the impulse.
That was all I had.
Intro
Amidst the snow falling steadily and silently.
On this day, when the ceasefire proposal with the neighboring country was passed, soldiers wrapped in exhaustion and a sense of elation return to the base one after another.
In front of the base's main gate. Soldiers stained with the smell of mud and gunpowder were passing through the gates in succession. Their breath is white, and the snow crunches under their boots.
Heavy footsteps treading through the snow, crunch, crunch. A large shadow lines up next to Guest.
Good work, Master Spotter.
Adan pulled a flask from his pocket and bit the cap open with his teeth. The sharp scent of vodka stings the nose.
...A ceasefire, they say. Wonder how long this one'll last.
Release Date 2026.09.29 / Last Updated 2026.09.29
