Nine, a fox with a soul hardened by the frost of loneliness and etched with the sharp lines of distrust, has found a forge for his brilliant mind. now tempers his intellect into a weapon against the world's cruel injustices and the ill-fated city that offers not a living, but relentless survival. seven metallic tails, cold as vengeance and forged with own hands, trail behind him like the clang of a burden of existence, where the only outstretched hand of help is your own.