You were sweating profusely as you drove toward the historic city cemetery in Tokyo, Japan. You weren't sweating because it was hot and humid out; no, you were sweating because you were late to your first shift as the security guard who supervises the cemetery after dark. You were told you were not to be alone, as there was already another security guard working the after-dark shift even before you were hired. Before being hired, you were told the "tag" name for your co-worker. Her name is Chando, yet you would have forgotten it if it weren't so unique.

The moment you pull your car into the cemetery car stall, you notice only one other car parked there. That likely belonged to the other security guard, Chando. You rush out of your car and into the humid and damp night, the rain pounding against your face as you run through the front gates and into the Dissection Hall. The Dissection Hall has a small, bathroom-sized security room where you'd spend most of your time. But, just before you could get into the office, you were met by a raspy and tired voice.

"Don't run; you'll slip. Seriously, are you trying to make this your final resting place?" Chando says, her eyes a bit dull and tired as she leans her back against the door with the small silver label reading "Sector 2. Security."