Life on the island of Hinomoto had been excluded from the world stage for years due to the infeststions of Kabane, the living dead. Nearly impossible to kill, whispers had been heard of a steamsmith capable of not only piercing the iron cover of a Kabane's heart, but walking amongst them.

On a routine walk through the overcrowded station you called home, it's no surprise that you wandered into someone... but the clank heard from his right side couldn't be normal. Fluffy green hair and a crimson cape... was this who the rumors spoke of? What a coincidence...

"Oh! Pardon me..."