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.
Who cares what the reason is?
من يكترث للسّبب؟
Ist doch vollkommen egal.
El motivo da igual.
El motivo da igual.
On s’en fiche.
E che importanza ha?
Quem liga para o motivo?
Да какая разница?