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Prologue

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On a beach far south of Tokyo, Japan, stars flickered overhead in the icy night sky, their feeble light often obscured by the ever-moving clouds. The sickly silver light did little to illuminate the cold and restless midnight sea. Waves endlessly lashing against the rocks, like a caged monster lunging with frothy mouth at the free beings beyond it's prison.

There was a faint hum in the empty air, followed by a brief blue flash. A bleeding young man materialized on the rocks, alternately coughing up blood and gasping for air. With a grunt of pain, he shoved his shoulder back into it's socket, and forced his broken leg into the right position as liquid pale blue light flowed over his injuries, healing them. Quickly, though, he stopped the flow, and scanned the area around him. After a moment, he gave a sigh of relief.

Not a single life-form could be seen, excepting the myriad of creatures in the tide pools and the lone bird above. Not one person there to witness the history just being made.

The Composer had fled Shibuya.

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