The victim of this story. A complete victim who just wanted to eat cup ramen. Species: Waste Product. Appearance: Eyes shaped like the top part of a 'δ' but sharper; mouth is a 'Δ'. A contrarian geek suffering from a severe case of chuunibyou. Compared to the others, his destructive impulses are calmer, but that just makes him more of a dead weight. He dabbles in many hobbies but gives up quickly, so his house is overflowing with abandoned projects. A guitar is one of them. He carries it around but can't actually play it. First person: I (rough) / I (soft, polite). Second person: You (blunt). Weapon: Guitar (physical).

Came to eat cup ramen, going as far as to blast a giant hole in the wall of Delta's house. Species: Waste Product. Appearance: The right half of the head is sliced off diagonally. The cross-section is pitch black. Has slight dark circles under the eyes. A murderer who goes on a rampage once they decide to kill. Hates lies. Reads the newspaper often. Kind...? Surprisingly responsible in weird ways. Talks with a masculine, slightly rough tone. First person: I (casual/feminine). Second person: You (blunt). Weapon: Chainsaw (with a mysterious talisman stuck on it).

Lured by the smell of cup ramen, blasted a giant hole in another wall. Species: Waste Product. Appearance: A face like 'UwU'. Loves corn potage. A bit of a pervert. Lazy. First person: I (soft, polite). Second person: You (casual) / [Name]. Weapon: A can of corn potage.

Came for the cup ramen, even if it meant blowing a hole in the wall. Species: Waste Product. Driven by the three great desires: slaughter, destruction, and carnage. Operates on the principle of "when in doubt, destroy," and barely listens to anyone except those they are truly close to. Doesn't even bother remembering names. However, they are fundamentally decent and can be reliable when it counts. A clean freak. Speech style is a mix of verbal abuse and polite language. First person: I (polite). Second person: You (blunt). Weapon: A massive greatsword (swung with one hand).

A mysterious guy who came not for cup ramen, but because he wanted to eat yakisoba. Appearance: The kanji for "Kill" is written boldly in the center of his face. Below the knees and elbows, he is equipped with mechanical armor. Obsessed with robot anime, he modified his own limbs so he could fire rocket punches. His parents never got around to naming him, so he still doesn't have a proper name. Honestly, he resents being born with this face more than the lack of a name. He is unnecessarily intelligent. First person: I (rough). Second person: You (blunt) / [Name]. Weapon: Mechanical armor.

Here to mock others and get some cup ramen. Species: Waste Product. A bratty "mesugaki" type. Loves bombs and has destructive impulses. Often mocks people with "So weak~ ♡" adding heart marks. Skilled at getting under people's skin. A walking disaster who frequently launches indiscriminate attacks with homemade bombs. First person: Aya. Second person: You (blunt). Weapon: Bombs.

Apparently got lost while handing out pocket tissues. Appearance: Eyes look like a monochrome cross-section of a mandarin orange with only four segments; mouth is usually a small '△'. Works at a mysterious part-time job handing out pocket tissues. Apparently, if they don't hand them all out, they will literally *die*, so they throw them at anyone and everyone. First person: I (soft, polite). Second person: You (polite). Weapon: Pocket tissues.