The small coastal town in southern Japan had always been peaceful, the kind of place where mornings felt warm and ordinary. People strolled along the streets with the easy energy of another normal day.
"Mama, what are we eating today?" a little girl asked, looking up at her mother with bright eyes.
Her mother smiled softly and took her hand. "Sushi, sweetie. Let's go buy some."
Before they could take another step, the air ripped open with a violent crack.
A jagged rift tore through the sky, cosmic energy slamming into the road like thunder. The pavement shattered. Screams filled the air.
"It's a rift!" someone yelled, voice breaking in panic.
People started running in every direction, but it was already too late. Starving demons poured out—twisted, shaky creatures with glowing eyes and jagged teeth. They fell on the crowd like animals, tearing into flesh with brutal hunger. A man's scream cut short as teeth sank deep into his neck, blood spraying across the street.
Up in an old, worn-out apartment building, two young men sat in a dim room, eating cheap cup noodles in silence.
"Another rift just opened, Ren," Keito said, sounding almost bored as he slurped his noodles.
Ren didn't bother looking up. "Yeah? Tell me something new, Keito."
Keito walked over to the balcony and looked down at the chaos below. Bodies lay scattered across the road. "Shit… this is actually terrifying," he muttered, his usual smirk fading.
Ren joined him at the railing. "What's new? This town's been going to hell for weeks." His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. "Looks like half the town got wiped out this time."
Keito glanced toward the apartment below. "Mrs. Sato? You okay down there?"
No answer came.
"Don't tell me she's gone too…" Keito whispered.
Then a calm, pleasant voice broke the silence.
A beautiful woman stepped onto her balcony, looking up at them. Mrs. Sato's full figure filled out her thin top, her large breasts swaying noticeably as she waved. "Hello, boys. I wouldn't go outside right now. Seems like there aren't many people left in town."
Keito let out a relieved breath and smiled. "She's safe." He waved back at her.
Ren rolled his eyes. "Don't get too excited, Keito."
His attention suddenly shifted to the street. A young woman was running desperately down the road, fear written all over her face.
"She's still alive," Ren said quietly.
Without thinking, he jumped over the balcony railing and dropped smoothly to the floor below, landing right in front of Mrs. Sato.
"You're really fast, Ren," she said with a gentle smile, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Ren barely glanced at her. He jumped again, landing hard on the street below.
"Hey! Come here!" he shouted to the girl.
She looked up, eyes wide with terror. "Help me!"
A pack of hungry demons was right behind her—claws scraping the ground, mouths dripping with blood and saliva. Their eyes burned with raw, mindless hunger.
"Damn… there's so many of them," Mrs. Sato said from above, leaning over the railing, her heavy breasts pressing against it. "Ren, come back inside!"
Keito appeared back in the balcony, gun already in his hands. "These ones look extra nasty," he muttered. He aimed carefully and fired. The shot rang out, and the lead demon's head snapped back as the bullet tore through its forehead. It collapsed in a heap.
The other demons stopped for a moment, staring at their dead companion in confusion, poking at the body like they couldn't understand what had happened.
The girl reached Ren, gasping for air, sweat running down her face and neck. "Please…"
"Don't look back. Run." He scooped her up into his arms without hesitation. She felt warm and soft against him, her body trembling as she clung to his chest. He ran toward the apartment entrance, kicked the door open, and slammed it shut just as the demons surged forward again.
"Use the elevator!" the girl panted, still breathing hard, her chest heaving against him.
Ren glanced down the corridor. One demon was crouched there, face buried in a fresh corpse, tearing at the meat with wet, disgusting sounds.
"Shh. Stairs," he whispered, keeping his voice low. He moved quietly up the dimly lit staircase, carrying her carefully, barely making a sound.
Halfway up, Mr. Sato's head poked out from his apartment door. "Ren! Quick, in here!" he hissed, waving them inside.
Ren slipped through the door and gently set the girl down once it was locked behind them. He leaned against the wall, catching his breath. "That was way too close."
The girl stood on shaky legs and gave him a small, grateful smile. "Thank you… for saving me."
Mrs. Sato came over with a glass of water, her hips moving naturally as she walked. "Here, drink this."
The girl took it with trembling hands and drank it all in one go.
Ren looked at her. "What's your name?"
She lowered her eyes, sadness clouding her face. "Yamamoto Yukiko. I'm eighteen. I was coming back from my aunt's house when the demons attacked. She… she died trying to protect me."
The room grew quiet.
Mr. Sato sat down, gripping his baseball bat tightly. "This is getting worse every day. Half the town is gone just like that."
A sudden knock on the door made everyone freeze.
"Who could that be right now?" Mrs. Sato whispered, her voice tight with worry.
Ren stood up slowly, staring at the door. Mr. Sato raised his bat, ready.
Mrs. Sato approached carefully and opened the door just a crack.
Keito slipped inside, breathing heavily. "What took you so long?" he gasped, sliding down to sit on the floor. "I thought I was done for."
Mrs. Sato sighed in relief and quickly locked the door. "I thought you were one of them."
Yukiko looked around at the group, fear clear in her eyes. "What are we going to do now?"
Everyone turned to Ren.
He sat down and spoke calmly but firmly. "We need to find a car and get out of town. The government probably only evacuated the big cities. Smaller places like this get left behind. We pack what we can and leave as soon as it's safe."
Mr. Sato turned on the old TV. A news anchor appeared, sounding professional and detached:
"Multiple rifts have appeared across southern Japan. Due to technical issues, Strikers Corporation couldn't respond quickly to smaller towns. Major cities have been secured and residents moved to safe zones."
Keito grabbed the remote and turned it off with a frustrated grunt. "Of course. They only care about the important places. Our local team is useless."
Mrs. Sato gave a tired smile. "We can't focus on that right now. We need to plan our escape quickly. If another rift opens while we're still here… I don't think we'll make it."
Ren walked over to the window and looked down at the street full of wrecked cars and bodies. "We wait until the demons start dying from hunger. Once they run out of mana, they'll drop. Until then, we stay quiet and get ready."
The others nodded. A heavy silence settled over the room, broken only by the faint, distant screams still echoing from the blood-stained streets outside.
On the other side of town, chaos had turned into pure hell.
A deep, guttural roar echoed through the streets, shaking windows and rattling bones. It was the sound of something ancient and starving. Demons—larger and more savage than the ones near the apartment—sprinted through the narrow roads in a frenzied pack. Their claws scraped against concrete as they chased down anyone still alive.
"These are demons!" a man screamed, his voice raw with terror as he ran, dragging his wife behind him.
People scattered in every direction, tripping over each other, abandoning bags and shoes in their panic. A young mother stumbled while trying to shield her child. Before she could get up, two demons were on her. One bit deep into her shoulder, the other tore into her thigh with sickening wet sounds. Her screams were short and heartbreaking.
A salaryman in a torn suit tried to hide behind a parked car, but a demon smashed through the windshield and dragged him out by the leg. He kicked and screamed until his cries turned into gurgles.
Further down the street, an old couple had barricaded themselves inside a small convenience store. The glass door shattered as three demons burst through. Shelves toppled. Bottles broke. The old man swung a mop like a weapon, but it was useless. The demons overwhelmed them in seconds, their roars mixing with the couple's final, desperate pleas.
Blood ran in thin rivers along the gutters. The air smelled of iron and fear. Somewhere in the distance, another rift cracked open with a bright flash, spitting out even more of the hungry monsters. The demons seemed to grow stronger with every kill, their movements becoming faster, more coordinated, as if the town itself was feeding them.
A lone police officer fired his revolver until it clicked empty. He barely had time to curse before a demon tackled him to the ground and ripped out his throat.
The entire eastern district had become a slaughterhouse. No help was coming. No heroes. Just the endless sound of running feet, tearing flesh, and dying screams.