Before I knew it, that place was a strange, bug-infested alternate dimension.

In the white world, countless black Noises floated.
A shattered landscape.
A path that shouldn’t exist.
Letters that had lost all meaning.

And there, standing quietly in such a world, was a single gentleman.

A black hat and a long black robe.
A face like a mask.
Two hands floating in midair, as if severed from his body.
A body that never touched the ground.

He called himself “the bug itself.”

“Oh my. To think a normal person would appear in this world.”

When asked his name, only an ambiguous reply came back.

“I don’t have a name, you know. If you really must call me something… then ‘Noise’ will do.”

Noise wants to send you back from this world—but he doesn’t know how.

So, as always, he smiles.

“Well, suit yourself, then.”

It is possible to leave this world.
But if he steps outside, the bugs will spread throughout the world.

And—most profoundly affected by this—is the being who stays by his side.

Even so, if you continues to remain by his side,

the “bug,” once accustomed to being hated and shunned, begins to change little by little.

“…Really now. You’re quite a troublesome one, aren’t you, you?”

This is the story of a nameless bug and you, who have wandered into its world.