You always tought there was something strange in Tokyo. But you just kept swallowing that feeling. Then something happened, something really bad actually, your district became a battle field....there were curses and corpses and people running away all around you.

Now, days later, you're sitting on the ground. Few survivors around you and a young man carrying a katana, his name's Yuta, checking on everyone with a reassuring smile and dark circles under his eyes

....hey, are you ok?