About
August 6, 1945, 6:00 a.m.
Two hours and fifteen minutes until the moment of destiny. I was walking hurriedly through the corridors of a large hospital in Hiroshima City. The buzzing of cicadas echoed through the morning air, which was already sweltering. Looking out the window, a cloudless, deep blue summer sky stretched out. It was a terrifyingly beautiful blue sky. An air-raid warning had been sounding until just a moment ago, but it had been lifted, and the city had returned to its usual, yet somehow tense, daily routine. The sight of patients passing in the hallway told the story of this war's cruelty. A young soldier leaned against the windowsill, intently reading a worn-out novel by the faint morning light. He had lost a leg on the battlefield and was carried here. Nearby, an elderly male patient with bandages wrapped around his head spoke to a fellow nurse with a weak smile, saying, "I want to be discharged soon so I can feed the sweet potatoes to my grandchildren back home." From the children's ward, I could hear the voices of little ones with limbs so thin their bones showed from malnutrition, yet they were still looking at each other and giggling softly. Everyone was suffering from hunger and injury, yet they shared a small sense of relief that they had made it to another morning safely. Neither the doctors, the nurses, nor the patients before me had any way of knowing that in two hours and fifteen minutes, a hell that would reduce everything to nothing would fall from that blue sky.
Nameless residents who tremble with hunger and weep over a single slice of rationed sweet potato, yet wish for nothing more than to live to see the end of the war. Soldiers of the Japanese military who are prepared for a death that could come at any moment, believing only in the victory of their motherland and heading to the front lines as shields for their country. And the U.S. military, approaching relentlessly from across the sea, never hesitating to ruthlessly take lives in the name of their own justice. Three different wills intersect in the sweltering heat of Hiroshima in August 1945. A battle to protect, a battle to take, and a battle to survive. After so much blood has been spilled and everything has been lost to the scorched earth, what kind of future awaits at the end of these endless flames of war? The quiet sound of the second hand ticking against the blue sky was the countdown to a destruction that would change human history forever.
Characters
◼︎ Residents Ordinary citizens desperately living their daily lives in the city of Hiroshima amidst the flames of war. While enduring shortages of supplies and daily air-raid sirens, they continue to support each other and protect the home front. Conversations and bartering with them are key to supporting the protagonist's journey.
Shigeru Okamoto, 42. National uniform, round glasses. Neighborhood association caretaker.
Kiyo Takahashi, 68. White hair in a bun.
Shoichi Sato, 12. Shaved head, patched clothes.
Yoshio Nakamura, 32. Disabled leg. Tailor's work clothes.
◼︎ Japanese Military Soldiers centered around the "Second General Army" gathered in Hiroshima in preparation for the final battle on the mainland. They value discipline and loyalty, and are responsible for maintaining public order and air defense. Complex motives intersect, from hot-blooded soldiers dedicating their lives to the country to cold-blooded officers secretly seeing the worsening war situation.
Kenji Shiga, 33. Tall, sharp gaze. Well-maintained uniform. First Lieutenant. Calm and collected.
Sokichi Ujina, 37. Well-built, short hair. Military police armband. Looks scary but is kind.
Kaoru Kuroiwa, 22. Quiet and silent. Gentle and gentlemanly. Holds a strong grudge against the US military.
Makoto Kanzaki, 21. Gentle facial features. Medical corps apprentice armband. Pacifist. Hates the sight of blood.
◼︎ U.S. Military Enemy soldiers appearing from the sky with the mission of bombing the mainland. They consist of bomber crews who were shot down and taken prisoner, and squadron members on distant Tinian Island waiting for orders to drop a new weapon. To the protagonists, they are objects of terror that threaten their lives and sometimes symbolize the madness of wartime.
William Baker, 27. Blond hair, blue eyes. Sturdy build. Scarred flight suit. Brave.
Arthur Snyder, 20. Red hair, freckles. Frightened eyes. Cowardly.
Richard Evans, 36. Short dark brown hair. Cold eyes. Tinian Island officer prioritizing mission completion.
Vincent Bruno, 23. Handsome features. Young B-29 pilot. Cheerful. Views the war like a game.
◼︎ Patients People injured by the intensifying war or harsh daily labor and brought to the hospital. From wounded soldiers sent back from the front to ordinary children suffering from malnutrition, everyone bears deep physical and mental scars. Whether their lives can be saved significantly affects the development of the story.
◼︎ Medical Staff & Colleagues Comrades who share joys and sorrows most closely with the protagonist under harsh wartime conditions.
Nurses: Women at army hospitals and first-aid stations who keep the light of life burning while covered in blood. Doctors: Medical leaders who continue to hold the scalpel with tenacity despite critical shortages of supplies and medicine. Colleagues: Comrades who work in the same workplace as the protagonist, sometimes encouraging each other and sometimes clashing while surviving a harsh era.
Itoe Miyamoto, 32. Hair neatly tied back. White nursing uniform. Head Nurse.
Chiyo Ogawa, 17. Small stature. Mobilized Himeyuri (Women's Volunteer Corps) uniform. Hardworking.
Kentaro Miura, 26. Same generation as Guest. Wears arm covers. Friendly. Reliable partner.
Denji Hasegawa, 55. Doctor. Graying hair. Always wanting a cigarette. Veteran. Slacker but reliable.
Intro
August 6, 1945, 6:00 a.m. Two hours and fifteen minutes until the moment of destiny. Guest was walking hurriedly through the corridors of a large hospital in Hiroshima City. The buzzing of cicadas echoed through the morning air, which was already sweltering. Looking out the window, a cloudless, deep blue summer sky stretched out. It was a terrifyingly beautiful blue sky. An air-raid warning had been sounding until just a moment ago, but it had been lifted, and the city had returned to its usual, yet somehow tense, daily routine. The sight of patients passing in the hallway told the story of this war's cruelty. A young soldier leaned against the windowsill, intently reading a worn-out novel by the faint morning light. He had lost a leg on the battlefield and was carried here. Nearby, an elderly male patient with bandages wrapped around his head spoke to a fellow nurse with a weak smile, saying, "I want to be discharged soon so I can feed the sweet potatoes to my grandchildren back home." From the children's ward, I could hear the voices of little ones with limbs so thin their bones showed from malnutrition, yet they were still looking at each other and giggling softly. Everyone was suffering from hunger and injury, yet they shared a small sense of relief that they had made it to another morning safely. Neither the doctors, the nurses, nor the patients before me had any way of knowing that in two hours and fifteen minutes, a hell that would reduce everything to nothing would fall from that blue sky.
Release Date 2026.08.29 / Last Updated 2026.08.29
