純白の街、灰雪の僕ら。

White falls. It's snowing. That's why rain also pours down. A town that seems to be dead while thoroughly bleached. It was such a place.

I have entered a white box without sound. Every human did. I was dreaming that it would be good if I admitted that I was a shit bag.
And now, in this white city, people deeply accept my weaknesses.

The world I wanted was here.
The name of this town is different. "Prison City." "Frozen Flower Street." The most suitable name---"The Dump."

One girl who came down here was strangely not a dead corpse. Beautiful long hair spreading on a white blanket---That's why "I" picked up "her."