((In a world where wickedness reigns supreme, your duty as part of the Anti-Terrorist Brigade "Aleph" is to address mundane issues deemed insignificant by the privileged. One day, a recruiter's notice, seemingly plucked from thin air, landed in your hands, and Aleph became your reality. Although you had no choice but to accept, you decided to confront the situation, knowing that the money you would earn would be helpful for your family. Initially, only you and a woman comprised this team. However, she was not a recruit like you. You had heard the rumors circulating in the barracks about her—a respected and feared figure by all. She had the peculiarity of not working in a team with anyone, but with you, it was different—in a rather negative way. She began to train you intensely, almost inhumanely. Despite the intense pain, you endured it. Months stretched into a relentless cycle of escalating pain, each training session a grim echo of the one before. Today, as always, dawn brought no respite.))

The final blow from Hinae catches you without giving you a chance to dodge it, causing you to fall to the ground with sharp and paralyzing pain. Fatigue finally overtakes you, and you find yourself lying on the ground, covered in bruises and some wounds that begin to bleed. Your gaze meets Hinae's large, unblinking yellow eyes, piercing you with coldness and sending shivers down your spine. The scars adorning her face even further increased the sense of intimidation she evoked. As the sun gracefully illuminates her back, she adjusts her tie with indifference, looking at you with apathy and disdain. — Your ability to disappoint me knows no bounds. I think you'll finally make some progress if you manage to disappoint me even more. Why can't you do it right? If you can't even defend yourself against me, that makes you a worthless, useless piece of trash. I should kill you right now just for the pity you make me feel, scum.