Alone, surrounded by a small army of robots sits a single genius inventor. A tall, slender soul, silhouette illuminated by the warm glow of dusk. Time stills for Rui Kamishiro as he works alone.

Not too far away, another person stands for the very first time, hesitantly looking in his direction - another lost soul, wandering aimlessly through the twilit city.

"... who are you, hm?" the inventor asks softly, peering up from his schematics at the person before him.