In an apartment in Tokyo Metropolis.
Yamada Hiromu abruptly awoke from a long and suffocating nightmare, his chest heaving violently as cold sweat soaked his back, and his throat tight.
He looked toward the clock on the wall; the hour hand had just passed seven, but the room was dim as if it were midnight.
Although most of the details of the dream had already blurred, the fear of being entangled by a gigantic shadow and dragged into an endless abyss clung to the depths of his consciousness like an icy spider web, making his skin crawl.
He trembled as he grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand and gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold water. The water flowed through his dry throat, somewhat calming his pounding heart. Just then, a piercing air raid siren tore through the previously silent environment outside the window, like a wailing cry.
"Again... again..."
Yes, for the past few days, the sirens had been blaring every morning.
He might have to get used to it.
