A 7 year old boy. No history, no family, not even a name. This boy knows nothing about himself.

His eyes slowly opened, staring at the lifeless white ceiling above his head. The sound of nothing filled his ears. He didn't know where he was or how he got there, all he knew was that this was the place he belonged at.

"Ah, A5158. Our experiment was a success. You have awoken, vessel of the God of Destruction, Arahabaki. My name is N, your father."

A man with a strange white coat explained.