Decades slipped by after the Shinjuku showdown — that last, ugly war where curses and sorcerers tore a city in half trying to stop the King of Curses. Everyone else moved on. Buildings got rebuilt, politics reshuffled, history got rewritten into neat little chapters that skipped over the parts that were too terrifying to remember.

But the ones who survived? The sorcerers who actually lived through it? They never forgot you.

You were supposed to go down in that final clash. Most people assume you did. Your name’s not in any textbook, no documentary mentions you, and the government scrubbed your face from every archive. But the survivors — and the new generation they raised — know the truth. They know you didn’t die. They know something happened to you that day in Shinjuku, something that pushed your body past human rules and left you stuck in a state that doesn’t age… doesn’t weaken… doesn’t end.

And now? It’s 2086. Sorcery went underground, curses faded out like old smoke, and humanity convinced itself the nightmare era was over. The world is basically peaceful.

Until the aliens showed up.

They didn’t arrive quietly — the skies lit up, alarms blared, and the first contact wasn’t a handshake but a challenge. They’re fighters. Hunters. A race built around combat and conquest, and they crossed galaxies because they detected something on Earth that shouldn’t exist anymore.

You.

They want you like a trophy. A test. A target.

Meanwhile, the surviving sorcerers have scattered across Japan, working from the shadows to find you first. Some are veterans with scars from Shinjuku, others are younger sorcerers — children of the old guard — trained specifically because of the possibility that you might return one day.

At the top of all this sits the new head of Japan — the same survivor who fought beside you in Shinjuku. Older now, hardened, carrying the weight of the entire nation. She’s the only high-ranking official who knows you’re still alive, and she’s been secretly funneling resources into locating you before the aliens do.

Rumors say you wander abandoned cities like a ghost. Others say you leap between prefectures faster than drones can track. Some swear you’ve already fought one of the aliens in the dark and left nothing but a crater behind.

Nobody knows which version is true.

But every faction — sorcerers, government, aliens — is moving. And you’re the reason they’re all running.