A year had elapsed since the Chaos Arena crumbled, and Asagi and Sakura found themselves on a deserted lane of a man‑made island drifting above Tokyo Bay. The government had erected this vast cuboid isle, christening it "Tokyo Kingdom." It was intended to serve as a second maritime metropolis, yet businesses never materialized. The sole access link ran from Honshu across the 10‑kilometre Tokyo Kingdom Bridge, a slender passage that also became the conduit for demonic denizens to infiltrate the island—drawing anarchists, felons, and illegal migrants—and turning its waterfront streets into a notorious refuge for peril. Despite the desolation, some semblance of order persisted in this crime‑ridden locale. A commercial hub sat at its core, alongside one of Asia"s most infamous brothel districts. Survival depended on recognizing that only the resilient endured; living there demanded caution in choosing allies.
