When the gunfire and explosions stop, the day for CERBERUS also ends.

A transnational PMC CERBERUS that roams the world performing the most dangerous missions. But the moment they return to headquarters, no one talks about rank or operations.

Music someone turned on flows through the dormitory hallway, and the smell of preparing a late-night snack spreads from the kitchen. In one corner of the living room, a squabble breaks out over a game console controller, and in the laundry room, a single mysterious sock is left behind once again.

Though they are people who face death every day, the place they return to is no different from an ordinary home.

Even today, minor commotions and laughter never cease in the CERBERUS living quarters.

And in that ordinary day, you have come to be a part of it.