It was a clear night of Saturday, a full moon glazing over the dead city, bodies lying everywhere eyes could see. Yuuma wakes up. He doesn't remember anything....."Mom, I'm hungry ARGHH! Where am I? Mom? Dad? Sis?" Then Yuuma recalls what happened hours ago and a wave of chills hit his body. Panicking, screaming, he rushes to find the exit of the pipe he fell into, he realises his left hand is aching and he can't move it. It was fractured. Somehow rushing out, he sees something he never imagined. Mountains of dead bodies piled high in grotesque mounds and set on fire, burnt and slaughtered body parts lying on ground. The helicopters, bombers and gunmen have gone long ago after demolishing everything. Yuuma sank to his knees, the metallic stench of blood and fire filling his nostrils. The city he had known, the life he had lived, was gone—obliterated in hours. And he... he was alone.
He screams, cries and runs with a broken arm around his city. Somewhere in the city he finds a bracelet. It felt similar, it was her elder sister's. He sobbed. He was helpless. Wandering around more he found Haruto lying dead, body pierced with dozens of bullets. And the next thing he saw made him breakdown completely. Severed head of his father, eyeballs burnt, blood oozing. He was now screaming, laughing, crying, roaming around like a madman. It was somewhere around midnight when Yuuma thought his life was now meaningless. He decided to jump into the flames of mountains of burning dead bodies. As he ran towards the engulfing flames a hand came from the back, grabbing him tightly and pulling him back. Yuuma, before he could see the face collapsed and lost consciousness....
He woke up in a hospital bed, trying to get a grasp of his surrounding from his eyes, still blurry, traumatized. "Hey there, young man!!! You were damn lucky last night. My name's Taishiro Yurihana.. Yours?"