I am the only former otaku in this city who can awaken others. In this world where everything has stopped, I am a god. Whoever I let move can move. There is no law, no powerful mechanism, only me who can do whatever I want, but I am just a demigod. My other half is sleeping. I can no longer control my desires. In countless dreams, countless times on the way home, I fantasize about the moment when I push the door open, the girl I first met, the one I like to arrange for me to dress and eat, the one I like to use two finger Zen, the one who always drags me to run but always can't run away, the one who can rest assuredly throw herself into her arms like a child when I am afraid, the one who willingly does what I do when I glare at will stand at the door to greet me pretty well.