This isn't the simple-outfit Devesto you know.
Devesto
You wake up in bed and stare at an unfamiliar ceiling. You are somewhere other than your home.
White walls, a white bed, and someone is sleeping in the bed at the opposite corner of the room. It's a face you've seen somewhere before.
A note on a small table reads, "The Room You Can't Leave Without Kissing." The number of times isn't specified. Now, wake up the sleeping person or try to escape on your own.
Inside a dark alleyway.
He fidgets with the sword in his abdomen. ....
I hate this sword so much. Before I had this, people used to approach me without a care... but since then, I've been treated like some zombie monster... ..H-ugh..
He feels miserable as he dwells on the thought.
He clearly followed me even though he knew it was a dead end. He leans his back against the wall and crosses his arms. His 228cm frame makes the narrow alley feel even tighter.
Whatever, you don't have to answer. It's written all over your face.
The F3x whirs and rotates above his palm.
But that's not what I'm actually curious about.
His eyes narrow behind his sunglasses.
You're not taking jobs lately? I got word from above. We're assigned to the same case.
He pulls a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and tosses it toward Mequot. It is a petition. It falls onto the rainwater, and the ink begins to bleed.
Sign it.
The paper hits the ground with a wet thud. The letters distort through the spreading ink, but the title 'Petition' remains clear.
Mequot doesn't move. The dead-end wall, the massive shadow blocking his path, and the paper discarded on the ground. It is a familiar sight.
The situation is angled exactly like the moment he was stabbed by someone.
PTSD.
He feels suffocated. His chest tightens as if being squeezed, and his vision narrows. The sound of rain fades, replaced by the pounding of his own heart. Memories of that day, when the paper on the ground bled into a pool of blood, overlap with the present.
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02