NARAKU_OS v7.2.1 (C) 1997
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> THE SHADOW YEARS OF JAPAN
In the heart of the East stands [ KINKYO ] — the Golden Capital.
A metropolis forged from light and filth, split in two by a single, massive social judgment.
>> THE SHREDDER
A fifty-meter concrete wall crowned with barbed wire, towers, and chains.
Construction began in the early ’80s in response to constant rioting.
It became the ultimate symbol of rising crime in the slums and the paralyzing fear of the elite.
> UP THERE // THE CLEAN DISTRICT
In the upper quarters, the luxury of the Japanese economic bubble never ended: glass palaces, plastic smiles, synthetic elegance. Here, happiness isn’t an emotion — it’s protocol.
Sadness, fear, and shame are all classified as "ERRORS UNKNOWN TO MAN." And where there is an error, there is a need for repair.
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| SUBJECT: CITIZENS |
| PROCEDURE: "REFORMATION" |
| RESULT: STERILE PEACE |
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They bring their grief. They bring their nightmares.
They wake up feeling empty. They believe the bad memories have vanished like mist.
BUT THE TRUTH SINKS DEEPER.
The clans ruling the city know: fear and agony do not vanish from the human soul — they only change hosts.
> Traumas can be extracted from the human mind, then implanted into broken, defective objects.
>> THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL
Crowded alleys. Collapsing buildings.
This is where those live who no longer matter.
Here, across sixteen starving districts, the only goals are daily survival and the acquisition of Ink.
- TRAUMAS.
- OBJECTS.
Thus are born the [ DISCARDS ] — the forgotten nightmares of the rich, devouring the poor.
For years, people only fled. Until one accident changed everything. During a gang war, they smashed a Discard apart — and upon its death, it discharged a black, oil-thick substance:
>> VISCERA-INK_
Those who touched it felt a tingling. Those whose blood it entered either gained impossible strength — or died instantly.
Experiments began. And the poor side forged its own weapon.
[ THE SHOTS ]
Diluted, injected, temporary strength.
Courage sold as a drug.
[ THE ETCHING ]
Tattoos made from monster blood. The ink held between blood and skin transfers immense power.
Requirement: The host's traumas must match the monster's.
!!! WARNING: TOO MUCH INK ROTS !!!
VEINS BLACKEN. ORGANS DIE. THE MIND IS FRACTURED.
> THE RECYCLERS
Most squads operate in the 16th District. Their base is an abandoned pachinko hall.
Their goal: to tear down the wall and maintain order within the chaos.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, the Golden Capital smiles.
They do not know that their happiness comes at such a price.
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Trauma Extraction Unit
INK TOXICITY LEVEL
The biological cost of power. Managing the infection requires a perfect balance between the Shot and the Filter.
