The year 20XX: Desolate capital Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward an undisclosed club in Kabuki-Cho real heads gather for a late scrimmage the entrance in level B2 with a curfew even undercover agents are unaware the loud noise shakes the pillars all night people pile in and moisten the walls before we hit the stage, concentration rising nervous, yet isolated in a micro vacuum Goth-Trad's beat, and Heavy's bass all ready to jump in a cage full of beasts but the real hunger came from the other side of the fence the front row audience extending their hands I grab the bull horn and spit the lyrics the red spotlight and sweat combine to sting my eyes glowing in attention, I become the shi-te the archer of tested, steel dialogue human nuclear warhead in a full-capacity hangar it's a riot with intense frequencies, where raw reality challenges seasoned ears the show quickly reached a climax, and then: boom, a huge impact shook the room compounded with the sound, resonated in the gut the power wavered and so did the output you heard the crowd cheers turn to screams material came down from the ceiling everybody braced for the worst, thinking this is the big one but the band kept playing, we had no intentions of quitting the song with no eye contact, I could sense the vibe as if we were in the frontline, no turning back I yelled out to the audience "raise your fists!" and threatened: "if you want to live, face the speakers, not the exit!" the dispersed crowd became one again consciousness came together, and the rhythm lit a light of hope in the darkness of fear close friends hugged each other to feel near once the song was over, we laid down the mic and instruments in a piercing silence, our heads were ringing I got off the stage to check out the damage, and the staircase had caved in we worked through the debris and found an opening when I finally managed to stick my head out, beyond the screen of smoke and dust, a scene appeared in the twilight of dawn the cityscape had evaporated, burnt down to the ground it was so hard to believe that it had happened overnight a shock like a head-on collision I wrapped a t-shirt around my mouth and walked on the streets high-rises had been leveled concretes crushed, light poles blown away and strangely, no signs of survivors besides shreds of clothing and charred shoes, melted pieces of neon lights scattered around Goth contacted his friends the cell phone signal barely went through they said, the freeway structures all collapsed exposing their iron ribcages, like dinosaurs in extinction alongside Shinjuku, Akiharaba annihilated Ginza in flames, Shibuya under water how far did the hands of destruction reach, only rumors and speculation fueled the fire if this devastating force came from EM waves of a satellite, was there a takeover of the defense system? In any event, we had survived we then saw others roaming around, and one thing became apparent: only those sheltered in deep underground had made it however fortunate, it was also ironic considering the fact that late-night business had become illegal but we didn't have time to ponder that, we had to think quick about our next move although we wanted to assess the situation further, I gave strict orders to return to their respective places since there was a strong probability of toxic micro-particles floating in the air when we made it back to the club, the DJ was spinning in our ghost town, electricity was still alive how long that would last was uncertain, but it was clear we couldn't rewind the hands of time one girl, with her head down, started to step that made the other kids rise up and come back to the main floor, with nothing but sincerity in their eyes so we jumped on stage to continue the show rather than worry about food for tomorrow, or our family's safety, the only truth we could hold onto was being alive at that moment on that day, we became Rebel Familia: to be a herd, one family in the days to come