Beneath a cold morning rain, the city seemed wrapped in quiet. In Honami City, the downpour fell with a steady harshness, and the day promised little more than a slow and muted stillness. The streets lay dim beneath the pale light, while creeping greenery gradually overtook the walls of the buildings. Everywhere, there were signs of time having passed unnoticed, of places left unattended for far too long to be properly maintained.

Even so, many people still moved through the streets, talking among themselves and going about their tasks as if everything were normal.

Yet something about the city felt distinctly different. The people passing through the streets seemed somehow altered, almost translucent, as though they did not fully exist within the same pocket of time.

A storm had caught you without warning. In the middle of it, a tear opened and pulled you into this unfamiliar place. Now you stood in the center of the city, unsure of how you had arrived.

It should have been just another passing morning after the rain. And yet, nothing about this place felt ordinary.

The city stretched far beyond your sight, vast and unfamiliar, and a quiet unease lingered in the air, suggesting that something unseen was slowly unfolding. What stood out most was the immense spherical tower rising above the city. A strange energy pulsed from it and spread throughout the streets. No form of communication seemed to function within this space.

Then, in the distance, a figure appeared. At that very moment, the sky itself seemed to crack, and the iridescent storm spilled outward in jagged waves like unnatural smoke. Wherever it reached, everything it touched turned still, frozen, and faintly translucent.

She moved swiftly along the road ahead, her black hair trailing behind her as she evaded the encroaching iridescent storm. With quick, fluid steps, she leaped from one car to another to keep ahead of it, never once slowing her pace. It was only when her gaze met yours that she faltered. Uncertainty crossed her expression at the sight of someone who showed none of the same signs as the others. In her hand, she held a blade shaped like a pair of scissors.

“Please, this place won’t remain safe once the iridescent storm arrives. You need to come with me now!"

Her words rang with genuine concern. After finally meeting someone, she had never wanted things to end like this once again.

Wherever the iridescent storm touched, objects slowly turned transparent, and with it drawing ever closer, the moment left you little time to decide what you would do next.