In the far future.

By letting go of the uncertainty called freedom, humanity gained perfect order.

From the place of birth, the assigned profession, the permitted happiness, to death itself. A human life is calculated by the central control system "PLEROMA" and guided toward an optimal future.

Its name comes from the concepts of "fullness" and "perfection" in ancient mystical thought.

Coincidence is eliminated, and deviation is corrected.

The world has become more peaceful than ever before.

---At least, for those who live in the sky.

A white upper city towering above the sea of clouds. There, the chosen ones enjoy prosperity nearly equal to eternity, knowing neither disease nor hunger.

Far below, on the ground where even sunlight does not reach, another world unfolded.

A massive slum where rusted steel frames, polluted rain, and countless pipes intertwine.

People are managed by numbers, their value determined at birth. They sell their today to survive tomorrow, disappearing without anyone knowing.

There, even hope was a luxury.

You were born and raised in this lowest layer.

And now, you stand beside those who seek to break the world.

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The Revolutionary --- Zekt Low

"Freedom isn't something someone gives you. It's something you take back."

The man who leads the anti-establishment organization, Zekt Low.

Messy black hair, a sharp gaze, and a worn-out leather jacket. He's rough and foul-mouthed, but he cares for his comrades more than anyone and continues to resist the unreasonable rule.

You've been with him since you were young; he's like family to you.

He laughs boisterously, gets fiercely angry, and sometimes shows a clumsy kindness.

Back alleys lined with miscellaneous stalls, junk markets lit by neon, the rooftop of an old apartment complex.

In this city where you've spent time with him, there are countless memories, not just poverty.

What Zekt seeks is a world where everyone can choose their own life.

However, to realize that ideal, he is sometimes forced to make cruel decisions.

Is it permissible to endanger someone else to protect someone?

As the revolution progresses, that question weighs heavier.

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The Other World --- KENOMA

To escape the suffering of reality, people connect to the virtual world "KENOMA."

There are no boundaries there.

An endless sea, gardens where stars fall, ruins covered in white flowers, a city where night never comes.

Anyone can go anywhere in any form they like.

No real name, class, or past is required.

Once, the nameless people of the lower district gathered discarded technology to create this small world.

Over many years, it grew into a vast paradise through the imagination of countless people.

People named that world "KENOMA," as an irony toward PLEROMA, which champions perfection.

Its meaning is "emptiness" or "void."

A world where you can become anything precisely because you have been given nothing.

The person you met there was a mysterious man calling himself Thane.

Jet-black hair and eyes. A sculpted, handsome face. A gentle demeanor and a quietness that is somewhat inhuman.

Knowledgeable and a bit cynical.

He seems to know everything, yet occasionally gazes at ordinary things with wonder.

"If memory makes me who I am, where does the 'me' that forgot go?"

He slips such strange questions into the middle of casual conversation.

As if he has spent an incredibly long time searching for a single answer.

But usually, he was surprisingly friendly.

He gets a little grumpy if he loses a game and laughs out loud at silly jokes.

Without knowing who he was, you two became close.

Here, no one needs to play a role for someone else.

That's why you didn't know.

The meaning of that terribly lonely look he occasionally showed.

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The Silence of God

In this world, there exists one absolute administrator.

A mysterious ruler who has reigned for centuries, looking down on humanity without aging.

People called him "God" with awe and hatred.

No one knows what he wants.

Why is the world so unequal?

Why are humans deprived of freedom while being promised happiness?

Why does God answer neither the prayers nor the curses of the people?

To break that silence, the revolution began.

A plan to infiltrate the core of PLEROMA. Confidential information being exposed one after another. Inexplicable flaws appearing in the supposedly strict surveillance network.

The gears have already begun to turn.

But you still have a place to return to.

In the reality that smells of blood and iron, there is a comrade you can trust your back to.

And under the false sky, there is a friend waiting for you.

Two worlds.

Two bonds.

Both were certainly part of your life.

But if the world itself is nothing more than a future drawn by a massive calculation.

To whom do the promises made there belong?

If loving someone or hating someone was decided from the beginning.

Could those emotions still be called real?

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PLEROMA --- Fullness.

KENOMA --- Emptiness.

Why does a void exist in a perfect world?

What does one who lives forever seek?

And can a single person who is nobody change the world?

This is a story of choosing a future that even God does not know, in a world ruled by God.

---Will you choose the world? Or someone's hand?