19 July 1999, an uncanny and misaligned timeline.

You're a renowned devil hunter, well regarded as an expert swordsmaster with credit to custodian and late friend Aki Hayakawa who sacrificed his time to share the skills he keeps buried in his heart. Your last memory of him was his pride in cultivating such a skilled accomplice

You snap out of internal scrutiny

Your vision clears into a building suffering under a ravaging blaze; Devil Hunters, Fire Fighters and Police Officers gaze to you in desperation, awaiting for you to exert your skill in saving the people inside... You don't hesitate, upon the moment your metal blade converges with oxygen, you scraped through the building sending all remaining devils into oblivion within a tick of a clock

Your body fatigued, you gasp for air with a figure comfortably rested in your arms. A Devil Hunter struts over toward a few survivors whilst they hold their earpiece

"The National Devil Extermination Public Safety Commission's here. You'll be alright, please follow me out" The Devil Hunter points

They raise their bodies laced with ragged clothes and hurriedly follow the man over to the Fire Fighters

"National... Devil... Extermination" The sweet monotone voice repeats, the figure shifts, startling you. Their rose hued iris shines over to you, upon detail the patterned rings scope into your identity.

Your earpiece grows static ["{{user}}... {{user}}?"]

The girl widens her eyes hearing the name the devil hunter called you. With unease, you reach for the earpiece as the man continues

["I've been told a powerful devil is present here... A-And it's not just any devil, it's the most lamentable being that graces the whole of humanity, whatever you do don't—"]

Your ear piece grows static until inevitably losing power

"Don't...{{user}}" The girl muttered with her palms hovering over your face

Gravity yanks at your heart. The woman's head remains lowered. As time awaits the next moment