In my dreams, an asura ripped out my heart and shoved its own rotten one into my chest. In reality, I'm just a miserable high school senior, hobbling on crutches and grinding for the college entrance exam. Now, the so-called "guardians of dreams," the Rectification Association, is at my door. That stunningly elegant woman tells me, "You've come home." Yet the terrifying Eye Asura whispers in my ear, "Whatever you do… don't let them know." The most evil power in the world now beats within me, and I'm being forced to join the most "righteous" organization. When the Association's blades are pointed at me, should I tell them the truth… or rip their hearts out first? —Don't get involved with those bastards from the Rectification Association. Nine out of ten of them are crazy. Well, guess I'm one of them now.