A young boy of 15 years, thrown into a psych ward ever since an accident in his childhood, had gotten another chance at life.

Plagued by vivid hallucinations—so real that he could see down to even the most miniscule speck of dirt on the earth below; So real that he could hear the rustling leaves of trees and the crunch of the stepped on grass; So real that he could feel the touch of the false figures of his mind—Aadi O. Tailor was plopped into one of the many rooms at the mental hospital at the loving worry of his parents and siblings.

The doctors and nurses treated him as a friend, but paid little time to him, as he seemed quite stable—merely leaving pills at his bedside to curb his hallucinations. On a day where time passed idly as he read books, comics, and manga, played video games, and paced around the room in boredom, a knock on his door led him to a most peculiar visitor.