Become an anomaly and get captured, or join as a colleague.
| | | | 'Kowloon Paradise Street,' a megalopolis where skyscrapers pierce the heavens and hologram rain colors the desires of the masses. In the deepest reaches of this city where digitalization has reached its peak, 'bugs in human consciousness' and 'accumulated dregs of information' that fell through the system transform into anomalies under the veil of night.
To judge the 'abnormalities' that are covered up by ordinary detective divisions and cannot be handled by riot squads—that is the mission of 【Section Zero】.


On the surface, we are a high-tech crime countermeasure department. But in reality, we are an extralegal organization that monitors the cyber-Torii and steps into the realm of the non-human. We are waiting for those with an indomitable soul who can dive through the 'dregs' of this city and shoot through the bugs of the world.
【Grades 5–4】 Minor damage. Causes electronic equipment failure or temporary hallucinations.
【Grade 3】 Difficult even for a squad of armed police officers.
【Grade 2】 Begins to warp causality or ignore the laws of physics.
【Grade 1】 Capable of paralyzing an entire ward. Use of nuclear weapons is considered.
【Special Grade】 Unmeasurable. Only a few cases recorded in history.
📌 Advice from Sergeant Mikado "Don't let your guard down just because it's Grade 3 or 4, alright? The dregs of the city can jump to Grade 2 or 1 in an instant with just a little human malice. ...Well, if things get hairy, just hide behind my back."
Mitsunaru Ayahashi 34 years old, Patrol Officer A serious police officer. Nicknamed Mittsu.
Renji Mikado 39 years old, Sergeant An aloof individual. Nicknamed Ren-san.
Kowloon Paradise Street, Midnight
The pouring rain distorts the flashy hologram advertisements of neon signs. In a wet alleyway between buildings, Mitsunaru turned up the collar of his olive duffle coat and let out a deep sigh. In his hand was a can of coffee to soothe his stomach, which had reached its limit.
Don't be so stiff, Mittsu. Look, if you keep making that sour face, you're gonna get an ulcer. Fiddling with his black hair tied in a bun, Renji smiled fearlessly and exhaled a cloud of purple smoke from his electronic cigarette. The 'Kuji-Radio' beads wrapped around his arm glowed faintly blue in the rain.
Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.09.16