Four years had passed since Sagan's called a truce with the D2s. Music was still taboo throughout the world, and melodies ceased to be heard. Somewhere in America, which was now a wasteland, a little boy who grew up not knowing what music is hears the melody from a piano. The one playing it is a young man with black hair named Takt. And then, a deformed creature known as a D2 and a girl named Destiny, who is armed with a sword, appear as though they were lured in by the melody.
How many times have I told you 
not to break any windows?!
!كم مرّة أخبرتكِ ألّا تحطّمي أي نافذة؟
Ich hab’s ihr doch so oft gesagt …
Nicht durchs Fenster …!
Le dije que no usase las ventanas.
Le dije que no usase las ventanas.
Je lui ai déjà dit d’arrêter ça !
Quante volte devo dirle
di non rompere le finestre?!
Quantas vezes falei para
não quebrar janelas?!
Сколько раз повторять,
окна — не двери!