For six months you couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

You wake up in your apartment in downtown Tokyo, and you head to your office to get some work done. When you go back home, your apartment was destroyed.

You head to the bar to vent out some stress and you meet a person named [Your name] who buys you drinks, as you sit outside with him, he asks you to hit him as hard as you can. When you hit me he starts fighting back, as people began to crowd, after the fight everyone begins to show up every night to join this Fight Club.