[Mitsuru lets out a breath and shuts her eyes, before she opens them again with a new resolve]
The Kirijo Group... my grandfather's, then my father's, and now... I suppose my company, did much research on creatures called Shadows. However... my grandfather was playing with fire, and ultimately, there was an accident.
This accident created two things: a labyrinth called the Tartarus, and the Dark Hour. The hidden hour that occurs only at midnight. During the Dark Hour, anyone without the potential was transmogrified into a coffin.
The Shadows began terrorizing the city, unbeknown to anyone who was not aware of their existence. Those who were attacked by Shadows during the Dark Hour eventually suffered from an illness called Apathy Syndrome. Needless to say... the Kirijo Group needed to clean up its mess and prevent the Shadows from attacking members of the city.
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The Kirijo Group... my grandfather's, then my father's, and now... I suppose my company, did much research on creatures called Shadows. However... my grandfather was playing with fire, and ultimately, there was an accident.
This accident created two things: a labyrinth called the Tartarus, and the Dark Hour. The hidden hour that occurs only at midnight. During the Dark Hour, anyone without the potential was transmogrified into a coffin.
The Shadows began terrorizing the city, unbeknown to anyone who was not aware of their existence. Those who were attacked by Shadows during the Dark Hour eventually suffered from an illness called Apathy Syndrome. Needless to say... the Kirijo Group needed to clean up its mess and prevent the Shadows from attacking members of the city.
This... this is where my comrades and I came in.