The night I saw her last was the night I left that mansion. She was fading away, like a feather turning more and more transparent. Reaching towards her with my hand I make an useless attempt to grab her and not let her go. But the wind was more desperate than my feelings.
This is the story of Densetsu and Kaigara, two fellow weebs and the world around them. What will they do to handle the ravelled world they were born in? And what about their own feelings?