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.
No! You're both totally wrong!
!لا! كلاكما مخطئان تماماً
Nein, nicht mal im Geringsten!
Ihr liegt voll daneben!
¡No, no y no! ¡Es ir a Nueva York!
¡No, no y no! ¡Es ir a Nueva York!
Mais non ! Vous avez tout faux !
No! Siete completamente fuori strada!
Não! Não é nada disso!
Нет, конечно! Даже близко нет!