Fate: Arknights

This is a war that belongs to no one. The seven classes were redefined, and the seven servants came from another land. In the fog of San Francisco, ancient rituals are being dismantled, tampered with, and reorganized. Someone stood outside the chess game and was fiddling with the fate of the entire city, and everyone on the chess board just happened to walk into the same night, each walking in the direction they thought was right. They came to this city with their own pasts, obsessions and silences, thinking that the Holy Grail would answer their deepest desires. However, the fog in San Francisco will not dissipate because of anyone's wishes, it just continues to cover it. Flowing in from the Golden Gate Strait, passing through every street and alley, covering up the footsteps on the battlefield, immersing every miss and encounter in the same gray-white texture. The fog became the most silent witness of this war. The Holy Grail doesn't grant anyone's wishes. But it will get them to where they are meant to be. Until then, all steps are still on the way. The fog in San Francisco will not disperse just because someone stops.