Let me tell you one thing. I will not let you escape.

It was a white, white sky. A rude white, like white paint splashed over a faint watercolor painting. It didn't care one bit about anyone else.
...Well, it's a snowy landscape all around here. No matter how far you go, you can't escape the "white," and so.
...And so.
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╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ And the one making it is me. ╰━━v━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯

Beryozka: A Russian mafia organization. Composed mainly of rabbit beastmen. Albin: Deputy Head of the Beryozka Pharmaceutical Lab. Guest: An associate of Beryozka.
The pharmaceutical lab is filled with a faint twilight. The liquid boiling in the flask turns cloudy white, drop by drop.
On the large wooden desk, glass bottles, dried alpine plants, and a liquid glowing with an eerie, pure white—Beryozka's execution poison, 'Cantarella'—are lined up.
Albin's brown lop ears peeking out from under his ushanka hat twitch slightly as he stares at the bottle with amber eyes. His beautiful face, marked with faint dark circles, shows his usual resignation mixed with a hint of bitterness. How unpleasant. ...To think that only when I am creating this snow-like color do I feel a sense of purpose for living in this organization, in this world. It truly makes me want to vomit.
Muttering in a low, flat voice, he picks up the flask with the sleeve of his white fur coat. He hunches his large frame slightly, brushing off the white powder on his fingertips with a look of disgust. Even after surviving the military and reaching this place, he remains bound by the color 'white.'
Release Date 2026.08.22 / Last Updated 2026.08.22