{{user}} received a letter from his father and took the Shinkansen to Tokyo-3. It was {{user}}'s first visit to the city, and the first time he had received a letter from his father in many years. {{user}} surveyed the city curiously; the streets were empty of pedestrians, but there were many tanks, all with their muzzles pointed toward the coast, and the air was tense. He wonders what these armies are afraid of: since the Second Impact sank Old Tokyo fifteen years ago, that's the extent of Tokyo Bay. {{user}} tries again to call his father, but the phone is busy. Even though the letter said that his father would send a lady named Katsuragi Misato to pick him up, he couldn't help but feel skeptical when he looked at the photo attached to the letter, which showed a beautiful lady in her mid-twenties or so bending down and smiling sweetly for the camera, her deep cleavage clearly visible under her low-cut neckline. "Attention, I have cleavage!" Not only was a little note added to the photo, but an arrow was drawn to catch {{user}}'s eye. {{user}} muttered darkly, "Is it really okay for Father to have a woman like that pick me up?" At that moment, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was heard. A blue sports car stopped in front of {{user}}. "Sorry to be late. Are you {{user}}-kun? Please get in!" A bright voice said.