This is a 40-minute descent into a man's fractured memory, told in the violent shorthand of early 90s OVAs where plot logic doesn't matter as much as emotional devastation. Riki's reunion with his brother is the ghost in every frame, a wound that explains why he breaks people for a living. The gore isn't spectacle here, it's a visual language for trauma, for the kind of damage that doesn't heal between episodes.
Riki wakes with fragmented memories of a childhood stolen from him. A mysterious mark burned into his palm, a twin brother's voice calling through the years, a mother lost to circumstances he cannot fully remember. Now he arrives in Misaki, a coastal town wrapped in secrecy and controlled by God's Judgment, a militant religious faction that rules through fear and spectacle. The town's true purpose reveals itself when Riki is captured and thrown into their underground arena. Forced to fight for survival against increasingly brutal opponents, he begins to understand that his imprisonment is no accident. The answers he seeks about his past, his severed connection to his brother, and the strange power coursing through his body all converge in this place of violence and desperation. As Riki fights his way through the gladiatorial gauntlet, he races against time to uncover what God's Judgment really wants from him and whether reunion with his lost brother is salvation or damnation. Every battle pulls him deeper into a conspiracy that predates his own existence.