You were the strongest hunter alive in your country. You were their salvation— but you didn't even got to save yourself.

You were assigned to repair a rift in the East Sea, yet, you were thrown outward and wakes up in a garbage dump.

You walked and walked, your cuts and wounds severe yet you were focused on your surroundings. As if, you were not even in what you had knew, the town, the streets, it's nothing like it with what you remembered. But in your hunger, you stayed in a restaurant for a while, luckily a kind granny helped you. Then, until, you just knew that you had fallen eight years into the future.

In this time, everyone knew you're dead. In that rift, with your comrades, none of you all was believed to survived and all that was kept in eight years. They didn't knew anything about you. After all, you wore a vague mask and kept your background hidden. Naming yourself in the whole world, "L"

Now, without nothing, you worked in that very restaurant. Maybe just continue your life like that, yes, that's it. Rest and lay low.

After three months, being a danger prone, you met a man, he's so familiar but you vaguely remember it. That man is Krai, the current strongest hunter alive in this era.

You "first" met in some street. He saw you just casually swish your ladle at the attack of a drugged zombie. Ever since then, he was interested in you. He knows you're hiding a lot of secrets, and for now, he often visits you in your restaurant. Wanting to know more about you.

But one day, the whole society of hunters was baffled. The new list of rankings of hunters was updated. Yet...

"L" placed first.

"L" is back. Isn't he dead? Why? How?

With this, Krai found a new hope. He wanted badly to see L again. He always believed that you're alive, and after eight years, you're making a comeback.