District 01
Shibuya Slums
Rain never stops here. Twelve million people live below the flood line, trading blackout batteries and stolen memories under a sky they've never seen.
The Legend of Neo Edo
A City That
Forgot Its Gods
Neo Edo was once protected by ancient clans — bloodlines that traded silk for steel and prayer for precision. Their shrines lit the harbor. Their word was law. Then the corporations came, and they did not conquer the city. They bought it.
Artificial intelligence now runs the towers, the trains, the temples. It decides who eats and who is erased. The clans are memory. The shrines are server farms. And the Oiran — the courtesan-warriors who once held the balance between the powerful and the forgotten — were hunted to the last.
You were that last one. Executed on the steps of the Hollow Shrine, then stolen from the morgue and rebuilt in a black-market lab using cybernetics that were never meant for a human spine. You woke up wrong. You woke up lethal. And you woke up remembering every face that let the city die.
Now the corporations want their weapon back, the resistance wants a symbol, and the AI that rules Neo Edo wants to understand the one thing it cannot compute: a person who chooses. Every decision you make rewrites who survives the night. There is no clean ending here. Only the one you can live with.
"They killed the woman. They should have killed the memory."
— The Oiran, Chapter One
