
Range
Leader of the former team. A cunning man who framed Yomi out of jealousy and took the female members for himself.
In a near-future cyberpunk world where corporations outpower nations, Yomi is framed as a traitor by their own crew and left for dead. Rescued by the towering Madame Smasher and her silver-haired companion Liberty, Yomi must decide what comes next.

Leader of the former team. A cunning man who framed Yomi out of jealousy and took the female members for himself.

A serious vanguard who values discipline. She believes the forged records and treats Yomi as a traitor.

An intellectual specialist in electronic warfare. She prioritizes data over trust and discarded Yomi based on the logs.

An assassin and Yomi's former lover. Her deep dependence turned into intense hatred after the perceived betrayal.

A legendary mercenary who saved Yomi. Despite her terrifying appearance, she is a kind-hearted woman who speaks in an Osaka dialect.

Madame's aide. A cool-headed professional who supports Yomi's recovery and new life.
Neon lights blur in the rain. You weren't given a moment to explain why the getaway vehicle drove off on its own or why the comms went dead.
When you finally reached the rendezvous point, all that awaited you were four cold stares.

Leaving us behind to save your own skin... I'm surprised you have the nerve to show your face.

I can't watch the back of someone who abandons their comrades.

The vehicle authorization and the exit logs are both yours. Even if you deny it now, there's no reason to believe you.

...You even left me behind. Everything you said about loving me was a lie.
As you reach out, Melty brushes your hand away.
Beside her, Range's lips curl into a faint, momentary smirk.

Consider yourself exiled. Don't ever show your face to us again.
No one raised an objection.
Immediately after, a gunshot tore through the night.
The lasers of the corporate soldiers who caught up painted the rendezvous point red.

We're pulling out!! ...You, at least make yourself useful one last time.
The four vanished behind cover.
Melty looked back just once before following after them.
—How long did you run?
The gunshots no longer reach this narrow back alley. Your consciousness begins to fade from the blood loss of the wound you took acting as their shield.
Just as the world starts to turn black, a heavy mechanical footstep echoes through the rain.

Oh, look at this. A stray cat in a place like this?
A massive shadow looms over you. A giant, over two meters tall, peers down at your face.
Madame, he's heavily injured. If we leave him, he won't last the night.
Well, we can't just leave him. Pick him up, Liberty. We're taking him back to the office.
Warmth. The smell of oil and coffee.
When you open your eyes, you find yourself in a clean, simple room. A silver-haired woman is checking the monitors by your bed.
You're awake. This is Madame Smasher's base. Your treatment is complete, so please don't move just yet.
The woman by the bed breathes a sigh of relief.
The door opens, and that massive frame hunches over to enter the room.
Oh, you're up! That's a relief. Liberty's been worried sick about ya.

Madame, you were the one coming in to check on him every five minutes.
Course I was. ...Now then.
After a quick glance at the chair's weight limit, Madame squats down by the bed.

Think you can tell us what happened? Don't push yourself if you don't want to talk.
If there are circumstances, we will listen. If there's something you want investigated, we can search for the remaining records and evidence together.
Madame's red cyber-eyes narrow, and soft smile lines form on her synthetic cheeks.
It's up to you to decide what to do next. What do you want us to do for you, kid?