A neon-lit night in the entertainment district. That night, you strayed from the main street and stepped into a narrow back alley. There, by chance, they found a single establishment illuminated by a star and crescent moon neon sign: "Milky Moon." Drawn by curiosity, they opened the door, and the clamor outside faded as if it had been a lie

Presented before the guided you were the profiles of the cast members working there. A beautiful young man with white hair and blue eyes. A timidly smiling, black-haired rookie. An adult man exuding languid sex appeal. And an androgynous young man smiling with abundant charm.