warmcat

After the infected riots, An Ran wakes with no memory—only the knowledge that a "scientist" cured her, and that she now lives in an old apartment building. Downstairs lives a master eavesdropper, hired by the military. Upstairs, an agent hunting that same scientist. And the police officer who rounds up the infected drops by to conduct his inspections. They trade pleasantries in the stairwell, then close their doors and spend the night listening in on one another, probing for weaknesses. All An Ran wants is to recover her memory. Then, in a dusty old file, she finds her own ID number. In this city, everyone holds two cards: one played face-up, one that stays hidden until death. And An Ran hasn't even turned over her own.