"It would have been nice." - Kazuo Ito The last leaf has fallen, signaling autumn's full bloom. Kazuo Ito enters a familiar apartment; but a home it is not. His partner joins him moments later, but a loved one she does not appear to be. The two agents' objective is classified, but its success is subject to opinion; and volume sales. This is a tale of the battle for the heart of sequential art in a future where its soul has been appropriated for profit.