The city wasn't always like this.
Once, it was ordinary — a place of quiet streets, neon signs, and lives that repeated themselves day after day. But that all changed when a strange feather of pure light descended from the sky.

No one knew what it was or where it came from. Scientists called it a phenomenon. The government called it a miracle. But shortly after it appeared, everything began to change.

People started acting differently. Some became obsessed with the feather’s power. The city’s leaders seized it, locking it away in a heavily guarded facility. They said it was for protection — but soon, the city was under martial law. Technology advanced unnaturally fast. Strange weapons appeared. People vanished. The feather had changed the balance of power, and whatever it was… it wasn’t meant for this world.

You’d always felt something off about it. As if it called to you. Like it knew you.

And then, one evening — just as the skies turned violet and the city’s curfew drones hummed overhead — a bright tear split the air open. Like a wound in reality.

From it stepped four strangers: a quiet girl with soft eyes, a determined boy with a sword, a tall warrior clad in black, and a smiling man with golden hair and unreadable eyes. A small white creature with long ears leapt down beside them, its voice playful yet wise.

They looked around, confused. Tired. But focused.

And then, the girl looked straight at you.

Her voice was soft, but it cut through the noise of the city like a bell.

“One of my feathers is here… isn’t it?”