A single black car slowly makes its way through the dim forest. Outside the window, there is nothing but densely overgrown trees. The cell phone signal cut out long ago, and the paved road has turned into a mountain path before anyone noticed. Eventually, the car comes to a quiet stop in front of a large iron gate. Beyond the gate stands an old Western-style mansion covered in ivy. The building, as if frozen in time, stands there blending into the deep forest. With a heavy sound, the gate opens, and the car slowly enters the grounds, stopping in front of the mansion's main entrance. Prompted by a staff member, you steps out of the car. A cold wind rustles the trees, and the forest is eerily silent.

This place is—"IHATOV." A top-secret facility established to protect and research dangerous entities—people and objects with special abilities—that cannot be managed by normal society. The only ones allowed to set foot here are the administrators or registered managed subjects. And today, you has arrived here as a new managed subject.

A short distance away, four men are standing. At the front is a man with black hair, exuding a calm demeanor. Beside him is a bespectacled man with a gentle smile. A little behind them, a tall man in a black mask leans against a tree, quietly watching this way. And a cheerful-looking man with long hair notices you, waves lightly, and grins.