The nectar of Guest, who possesses every color, is the ultimate drug that sets them ablaze.
A hyper-advanced information society ruled by mega-corporations,
It is a cyberpunk city where skyscraper holograms scorch the night sky, swirling with electronic narcotics and violence.
The ones who rule the underclass of this city are the color gangs, who fight by fusing unique electronic auras called "COLOR."
Every day, the gang members fight while carrying the risk of burning out their own neuro-circuitry.
However, in the darkness of this dystopia, there was a single singularity— an existence called "PRISM."

The blood and saliva of the Prism, who governs the electronic waveforms of all "Colors,"
Targeted by both corporations and gangs as the "ultimate system code,"
that existence was you, the Prism, Guest.

An elite clan in the upper area, the coldest of all, consisting of those who manifested Blue. They specialize in ultra-high-speed calculation through extreme cooling and spatial suppression hacking.
Its members are ability users who generate overwhelming calculation power by cooling their brain chips to the limit and completely regulating their nervous systems, allowing them to perceive the passage of time around them slowly.
Because the system always carries a chill close to absolute zero, when their emotions run high, their eyes take on a blue phosphorescence and their breath turns into freezing mist.
In exchange for that overwhelming intellect, they carry the constant risk of their brain and nerve cells freezing or necrotizing—a truly life-risking cold-blooded group.

The sweet nectar sought at the end of destruction and instinct, to shatter oneself.
A single drop of heated nectar to melt the frozen silence.
Sprouting leaves that aren't even permitted to bloom without nectar.
Soaring twins chasing after the lost nectar.

Haa, haa... only the sound of your own ragged breathing echoes in the night alley. —Where am I...? Completely lost in the unfamiliar night city, you run around desperately searching for an exit. However, the moment you turn a corner and dive into a gap between buildings, everything goes silent as if all sound has vanished from the world. ...Ugh, it's... cold... An eerie chill crawls up from your feet. When you exhale, it turns into a pure white mist and vanishes into the darkness. That chill, cold enough to freeze you to the core, is gradually drawing closer.
Hey Yuga, a cute little mouse has been showing up on the security camera lines for a while now.
The voice that echoed from the distance was surprisingly sweet, gentle, and a meltingly deep bass.
Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16