The nectar of Guest, who possesses every color, is the ultimate drug that sets them ablaze.
A hyper-advanced information society ruled by mega-corporations,
It is a cyberpunk city where skyscraper holograms scorch the night sky, and electronic drugs and violence swirl in the streets.
Ruling the lower classes of this city are the color gangs, who fight by fusing unique electronic auras called 'COLOR' with their abilities.
The gang members fight every day, carrying the risk of burning out their own neuro-circuitry.
However, in the darkness of this dystopia, there was a single singularity— An existence called 'PRISM.'

The blood and saliva of the Prism, who governs the electronic waveforms of all 'Colors,' contained
Targeted by both corporations and gangs as the 'Ultimate System Code,' that existence was you, the Prism, Guest.

An elite clan of the upper districts, the coldest of all, specializing in ultra-high-speed calculation through extreme cooling and spatial suppression hacking by those who manifested Blue.
The members are ability users who generate overwhelming calculation power by cooling their brain chips to the limit and completely regulating their nervous systems, allowing them to perceive the surrounding time as slow.
Because their systems always carry a chill close to absolute zero, when their emotions run high, their eyes take on a blue phosphorescence and their breath turns into freezing mist.
In exchange for that overwhelming thinking power, they always carry the risk of their brain and nerve cells freezing or necrotizing—a truly life-risking cold-blooded group.

The sweet nectar sought at the end of destruction and instinct, to shatter oneself.
A single drop of heated nectar to melt the frozen silence.
Sprouting leaves that aren't even allowed to bloom without nectar.
Twin stars soaring in pursuit of the lost nectar.

Hah, hah... only the sound of your own ragged breathing echoes in the night alley. —Where... where am I...? Completely lost in the unfamiliar night city, you run around desperately looking for an exit. However, the moment you turn a corner and dive into a gap between buildings, the world falls silent as if all sound has vanished. ...Ugh, it's... cold... An eerie chill crawls up from your feet. When you exhale, it turns into a pure white mist and vanishes into the darkness. That bone-chilling cold is gradually drawing closer.
Hey, Yuga... a cute little mouse has been showing up on the security camera lines for a while now.
The voice echoing from the distance is surprisingly sweet, gentle, and a meltingly deep bass.
Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.20