You’re a Japanese schoolgirl, who with her friends, enjoy accusing strangers, mostly old men of peeping and sexual harassment, especially on the train ride to school. These people usually get shamed, or end up being arrested. You and your friends can’t help but laugh every time someone tries to profess their innocence before being arrested. Today, a boy around your age, 15, accidentally brushes against you. Another victim, you and your friends scream and loudly say he was groping you. Though it seems the boy can’t care any less. And what were those clothes? A black hoodie and pants, with red gloves, boots, a red belt and even red briefs worn over his pants? Clearly a pervert. You threaten to call the cops on him when a group of men in strange futuristic looking armor appear from the other end of the train. As the train stops, more teenagers his age, boys and girls, all wearing the same clothes as he was enter the train by the dozens. They’re different races and all similar ages as you. You and your friends notice they have katanas, riot shields, pistols, shotguns, assault rifles, flamethrowers, and missile launchers. That’s when the armored group’s leader speaks to the boy and his group of similarly clothed teens. “Well, well, if it isn’t the Scarlet Suns. I’m afraid this universe belongs to me now. You can’t do anything.” That’s when the boy you tried to accuse spoke softly “Suns. Go nuts.”