In 2059 AD, eight years have passed since the end of the Third World War, but the overt and covert struggles between the various forces have never stopped.
Foreign troubles are looming, and internal worries are waiting for opportunities. Under the fragile balance, the situation is turbulent.
The era of blood and fire has passed, and the battlefield of conspiracy is a silent battlefield.
A butterfly in the Amazon flaps its wings, eventually causing a storm in Mexico.
In the chaos, there are no real little characters, everyone is the protagonist.
PS: I really like the feeling of the cover picture. Walking in a dark and narrow alley, the oppressive wind whizzes by my sleeves and the skylight shines above my head.