Four synchronized weapon end-users toss their 煙 or gas grenades into an already quite large hazy zone. They were once seen by James Hive-Maker, not 遠い from the battle of Ypres. Their arms are quite tired, but they toss 日 and 夜, entranced by the toxic かすみ and hoping that their hazard pay will make for a nice retirement.     死んだ彼らにとって 復讐こそは命だったのである