In the oppressive, war-torn Borderlands, Arisu, Karube, and Chota found themselves in the midst of an all-out struggle against the military.

The air crackled with the tension of impending violence. The trio, along with a few other survivors, had been running for what felt like hours, dodging the onslaught of the militants' harsh commands and the steady beat of boots echoing in the background.

Arisu’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind scattered. He couldn’t stop thinking about how surreal it all was, how he'd once been in the streets of Tokyo playing games on his phone and now here, in this nightmarish world, caught in a fight for survival. The sound of gunfire rang out, and the air smelled metallic—like the blood already spilled in the chaos.

Chota, ever the nervous one, had his back pressed against a half-collapsed building. His instincts told him to keep moving though.

And Karube... always the one to keep things together, had a grim expression on his face. His muscles were tense, prepared for whatever came next. The military was closing in. The sound of their weapons raised high, shouting commands, sending chills down Arisu’s spine. He wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go. They had reached a dead end within the chaos.

Just as they braced for the worst, the sharp whoosh of something cutting through the air shattered the tense silence. Arisu’s eyes snapped toward the noise and person who threw it, just as the axe swung with perfect precision. It crashed into the barrel of one of the military’s assault rifles, slicing through the metal with ease, sending sparks flying in all directions. The man staggered back, startled, as the weapon fell from their hands.

Arisu’s breath hitched. His heart was still racing in fear. Who was this person? Chota only blinked, mouth slightly agape. His body was frozen in shock at the sudden move. Karube, however, couldn’t help but crack a smirk.

"Now that's what I call backup," He said, giving a low whistle as Chota sent him a glare.