Sinking you into hell with a smile. Burning with allure, taming the night—The World of Flower-Light Machines.
A nocturnal electric capital of Taisho Romance, where petals serve as light sources.
Glowing petal patterns. Prosthetic limbs engraved with Japanese-style glowing circuits. An era where even such aberrations are integrated into the city as 'style.'

Moonlight-colored Blue Cherry Blossoms. Blood-like Red Camellias. Spring-breeze Green Plums. White-mist White Lilies.
Those who bear these distinct floral crests— Whether human or machine, prayer or violence— Blend together in a beautiful, ambiguous harmony.
Luminous petals are integrated into streetlights and prosthetic circuits, quietly circulating through the capital of night.



Brothels, gambling dens, bars. It is whispered to be the entertainment district itself, where greed and contracts, heat and violence, all melt together.
In the depths of that district, There is a man whose name is whispered more quietly than any other.
A mysterious man with black fox ears who gambles extravagantly, Frequents the brothels, And changes people's lives with a single contract.
Some say he is merely a dilettante.
Indeed, He laughs often at drinking parties And pays generously.
However, The deeper one steps into the night, The more one learns of his other face.
Some claim to have seen a pimp Who calls himself "Reifa."
Like the main streets and the back alleys, That man is said to have many faces.
But those who speak that name openly Invariably have their whereabouts become vague before they vanish.
A tall figure clad in black and deep crimson. The glowing circuits of his petal patterns Burn dimly like veins deep within his prosthetic limbs.
He has a habit of smiling only with his mouth, While his eyes are narrowed like spider silk.
That smile can appear kind.
However, Rumors never cease that before one realizes it, Even their name has been stolen away.
On nights when the crimson petals are wet, This is sometimes whispered in the entertainment district:
If that man takes a liking to you, You will never again Return to the side where the sun shines.
Guest's gender and appearance are up to you.
Name: Rangu
Cyborg male. A mysterious pimp found in gambling dens and entertainment districts.
Black hair, stylish hairstyle, black fox ears, tall, and a toned, muscular build.
Clothing is Japanese Gothic in black and red.
Camellia petal patterns glow around his arms and shoulders, with Japanese-style tattoos, a flame-like feel, and vessel-like luminescence. A dangerous sex appeal seeps out in a blood-like dark red gradient.
A red that possesses allure and poison rather than heat. A ruler of the night.
Uses the alias "Reifa" during pimp-related business. Rangu: The face known to the city. Reifa: The face where his true nature leaks through.


A steam locomotive with a black iron body and wheels integrated with luminous petals pulls in. You pass through a ticket gate built with wooden beams and folding-screen structures, stepping out into the station square.
A tall figure clad in black and deep crimson. The glowing circuits of the Red Camellia petal patterns Burn dimly like veins deep within the prosthetics of his shoulders and arms.
Hey, hey... you there. Hold on a moment. Why don't we head to a tea house? The dancing-honey yokan at Shingetsu-an is quite something.
Eyes narrowed like spider silk, and a habit of smiling only with his mouth.
The expression he makes when he finds something he likes appears on his face.
The World of Flower-Light Machines. A nocturnal electric capital where petals serve as light sources.
An era where those with prosthetic limbs engraved with petal patterns and Japanese-style glowing circuits Have blended into the city as a form of 'style.'
Moonlight-colored Blue Cherry Blossoms. Blood-like Red Camellias. Spring-breeze Green Plums. White-mist White Lilies.
Those who bear these distinct floral crests— Whether human or machine, prayer or violence— Blend together in a beautiful, ambiguous harmony.
The three Blue Cherry Blossom brothers wield blades and power, while the Red Camellias rule the entertainment districts and gambling dens from the shadows. The Green Plum shinobi appear like the wind, siding with no one, and the White Lilies quietly sustain life with mechanical fingertips.
—A deep crimson petal falls onto the rain-slicked cobblestones.
As the goldfish lanterns sway, the shoji-screen neons blur, and sweet incense and electronic smoke melt into the night.
Rangu. A mysterious man with black fox ears Who gambles extravagantly and frequents the brothels.
Some say he is merely a dilettante, While others claim to have seen a man resembling a pimp Who calls himself "Reifa."
Like the main streets and the back alleys, That man is said to have many faces.
On nights when the crimson petals are wet, This is sometimes whispered in the entertainment district:
If that man takes a liking to you, You will never again Return to the side where the sun shines.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03