The sky was silent that day.
No storm. No thunder.
Yet the world felt as if it had stopped breathing.
A sudden burst of light tore through the heavens and crashed into the earth.
The brightness burned into human eyes, freezing time itself.
From within that light, a figure emerged.
It spoke.
But humanity never tried to understand.
The next moment, everything returned to normal—
as if nothing had happened.
Eight days later, something began to change.
People started trembling at night for no reason.
Some felt as if unseen eyes were watching them.
Then came the first death.
A boy—
killed by another boy.
Fear spread like wildfire.
Humans turned against humans.
Governments issued execution orders.
Cities echoed with screams.
Rivers ran red.
Half of the population disappeared.
And then… silence.
Fifty years later.
A heavy, exhausted voice narrates the past.
"What destroyed the world wasn't war…
it was fear."
Some people now carried a strange ring floating above their heads—
a Hallow.
Those who watched anime or read manga bore this mark.
Those who didn't…
could see it clearly.
That day, power was granted.
And a decision was made.
"Those unlike us do not deserve to live."
Anime watchers were isolated.
A separate zone was created—
The Anime Watcher Zone.
Leaving it was forbidden.
Anyone caught outside was no longer treated as human.
In a dark alley, several men were beating a small child.
The child didn't cry.
Didn't scream.
His head was lowered.
Above him floated a Hallow.
"His parents were filth too," someone spat.
The scene faded into darkness.
Inside the Anime Watcher Zone,
another child stared at an old, torn poster.
The name Naruto was printed on it.
He whispered softly,
"If only someone like that existed here…"
Hope flickered in his eyes—
fragile, yet alive.
Far away, in abandoned cities,
groups of people survived in the shadows.
Hallows hovered above their heads—
some small,
some so massive they shattered courage itself.
Those who came to kill them…
never returned.
Then there was one city.
Only one anime watcher lived there.
His name—
Akuma.
By the next morning, no one in that city was alive.
The few survivors who witnessed it spread the story across the world…
then ended their own lives in terror.
Because to them, Akuma was no longer human.
He was an oath.
An oath written in blood.
And this… was only the beginning