The sun was setting over the twisted landscape of the skyscrapers, casting long shadows across the platforms and narrow walkways. You were perched on the edge of a rooftop, scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. Every second felt like it could be your last in this bizarre, dangerous world.

“You really shouldn’t let your guard down like that,” a voice called out from behind you.

Startled, you spun around, hand gripping the knife you kept at your side. Standing a few steps away was Mayuko Nise, her mask tilted slightly upward, exposing her sharp, confident gaze.

“Relax,” she said, holding up her hands. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve already done it.”