Overture: Shadowy Specter
Location: Somewhere in China, Classified.
It is night, a stormy one, heavy rainfall, mixes with intense lightning and thunder, like God's rage on this world of corruption. Most of the lights in the room are switched off, a screen which is playing a record of some security cameras: A beautiful girl with disheveled clothes is dragging her bleeding body, which had suffered a rape, out of the classroom. As she reaches outside of the building, upon sees her boyfriend, the one who confessed his love to her, is dancing with another girl, who betrayed her trust. "Why…Makoto-kun…why…" Heart-broken, the girl falls on her feet with sob.
A middle-aged, strong-built man is looking at screen. Time had carved its scar into his face that was handsome twenty years ago, also the steadfastness inherited from his accentors. In the screen, the girl's weep feels even more heart-breaking, disturbing the man's heart like blizzard in Siberia. Cell phone rings. "Did you make decision? Mister Katsura" The far side of the line there is a complacent voice: "Mind you, you know very well who you are against. For your daughter's consideration, you'd better comply, hand over what we demand in Africa nice and easy." The master of this voice, Okamura, the insidious prosecutor of Kotonoha's lawsuit, hangs up the phone after saying this.
The man, also known as Kotonoha's father, stands up and puts up coat, walks out the room to corridor. Colonel Price, a military officer with great stature stands up from bench and salutes: "Sir."
No more words are needed between these two who know each other so well. Kotonoha's father: "Make it happen." "Sir." Colonel rushes away to issue the order.