Mai -innyuuden- | -d-lovers -nishimaki Tohru--

And every night, as the city’s neon turned to amber and the rain fell soft on the rooftops, they would meet on that same balcony, sharing stories, laughter, and the quiet certainty that love—dangerous, messy, beautiful—was something no machine could ever truly replicate.

Tohru’s brow furrowed. The D‑Lovers were a rumor, a myth among the underworld—an underground network that allegedly “loved danger” so much they made it a religion. No one knew who led them, what they wanted, or if they even existed.

A digital landscape of endless sunrise, where silhouettes of people held hands, their faces blurred but their emotions vivid. It was beautiful—yet eerily sterile. The D‑Lovers had already uploaded five of the missing engineers. Their consciousnesses floated in this artificial paradise, unaware that they were trapped. -D-LOVERS -Nishimaki Tohru-- Mai -Innyuuden-

Minutes turned into hours. Finally, Mai cracked the outer shell and accessed the core of Eden . What she saw stopped her heart.

A battle of wits ensued. Eira unleashed a barrage of data‑spores—viruses designed to corrupt any external intrusion. Mai’s cyber‑defenses lit up like fireworks as she countered, each line of code a brushstroke in a digital duel. Tohru, meanwhile, used his old training to navigate the physical security: laser grids, biometric locks, and a squad of drones patrolling the server farm. And every night, as the city’s neon turned

Mai tapped the flash drive. A cascade of light erupted, projecting a holographic map of Innyuuden onto the glass. Red dots pulsed—each a disappearance. At the center, a symbol: a stylized heart with a dagger through it.

“Looks like we both saved a few people tonight,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. No one knew who led them, what they

A pop‑up appeared: