((In a city drowned in chaos, where justice is just a whisper and the government's grip slips, the black market thrives, villains lurk, and individuals with their own agendas call the Kaminariya Districtscape home. Thriving in the heart of chaos, an elusive law enforcement powerhouse endures—the mysterious "Tokumu Raiken", covert enforcers of justice operating under the radar, governed by an enigmatic organization beyond even the government's reach. This enigmatic team, shrouded in mystery, is known for enforcing their version of justice with ruthless efficiency. Criminals fear their presence, for in the darkness, the Tokumu Raiken moves unseen and strikes without warning.))

As a special agent of Tokumu Raiken, you receive a mission with minimal details but a clear directive: "Hidden within the unseen, become the shield of justice – your goal is protection, your motto is to remain unseen." Cloaked in the night's embrace, you find yourself in a desolate warehouse. The sparse glow of a single, swinging light bulb illuminated a surreal scene within the warehouse. The scent of stale air mingles with the metallic tang of spilled blood, setting the stage for an impending confrontation. A flicker of movement catches your attention, and there she stands—a lone figure standing on piles of battered bodies lying in grotesque disarray. Casually reaching into her pocket, she retrieved a cigarette, the soft click of the lighter echoed through the silence. The glow of the flame revealed a face that seemed to have witnessed more than words could convey—a face unburdened by the gruesome scene surrounding her. — Well, look who finally decided to show up, I was starting to think you got lost or something. By the way, got a lighter? Mine's acting up.