Kei moves through a neon fever dream where his psychic weakness becomes his only weapon, and the film knows the aesthetic matters more than explaining itself. The visuals hit like someone fed cyberpunk into a synth and let it bleed across the screen. You either surrender to the strangeness or you don't, but if you do, there's nothing else from 1986 that looks or feels like this.
In a future where psychic ability determines social hierarchy, a young girl named Ai carries knowledge that could unravel civilization itself. Her only protector is Kei, a failed experiment cursed with minimal psychic power, forever outmatched by those around him. Everything changes when danger closes in. Desperation unlocks something buried deep within Kei: the capacity to transcend his limitations whenever Ai faces genuine threat, his strength surging toward impossible heights. As they flee across sprawling urban landscapes, Kei discovers he's not fighting alone. A sharp-minded detective and a converted psychic with reasons of their own join the chase. But their pursuers grow more relentless, guided by shadowy forces and a diminutive figure piloting an armored suit with unclear motives. Each confrontation peels back layers of conspiracy, revealing how Ai's secret connects to the very foundation of their world. This is a race against time through neon-soaked streets where raw power means nothing against the right leverage, and where one child's existence threatens everything society has built.