The first two episodes promise something that never arrives: a crime unit hunting a cult that worships dragons in an alternate Tokyo. The animation carries you through the early momentum, and that opening theme sticks, but by episode three the investigation flatlines into procedural busywork that forgets why any of this matters. This is a show with a genuinely cool elevator pitch that couldn't sustain itself past the pitch.
Tokyo's police have a problem money and training can't solve. When bizarre crimes start piling up, all connected to an obsession with ancient dragons, the Metropolitan Police Department assembles an unlikely unit to handle what normal cops can't. They're called Special 7, and they're exactly what their name suggests: seven broken people forced together because no other option exists. These detectives and specialists don't work well with others. Some carry trauma, others carry secrets, a few carry both. But when they're hunting Nine, an organization that commits violence in the name of long-dead dragons, personal baggage becomes secondary to survival. The crimes escalate in violence and strangeness. The philosophy behind them grows more dangerous. Special 7 has to figure out what Nine wants before the entire city becomes a battleground for a twisted religion nobody else takes seriously. They're underfunded, understaffed, and constantly at odds with each other. Somehow, that's exactly what's needed.