Laws exist in this world. They lead the world correctly, ensure the safety of citizens, and hold the traditions of the nation. Laws are this important. For the people, for the nation—

All illegal things are now permitted.

That's right. Now, for the United States on the North American continent, the laws that protected all of that vanish. From this moment on, it becomes a lawless zone.

No one can guarantee safety, and no one can be sure they will live to see tomorrow.

The state has washed its hands of all actions; the police and firefighters will not come. No matter how much you call, all you will hear is an endless dial tone.

Gunshots replace the laughter of once-bright parks. Desperate screams replace the sound of people chatting together. Even in the library, there is no longer silence.

Mercy is no longer a word we know, for all common sense will be twisted from here on out.

The birds have fled and will never return. When it's all over, the American continent will be excavated by descendants like Pompeii. And they will say, "How pitiful."

In a rainy Washington D.C., the once-glamorous capital of the United States, the North American continent was gradually collapsing.

The sound of the world falling apart isn't as loud as you'd think. In fact, there might be no sound at all.

On just an ordinary, dark, rainy night,

In the world where people lived,

A single line of law vanishing was enough.