“They say a man dies twice — once when his body fails, and once when his name is forgotten. But what of the man who was never meant to exist?”

Zenjiro Hirano lives quietly in the ruins of his mother’s memory — a soldier, a son, and something else. The world around him calls itself order, yet every face he meets hides the tremor of chaos.

Then came the girl, and the silence broke.

In a city owned by the Defenders — those who claim to protect mankind — Zenjiro begins to hear the voices again. Whispers of guilt. Of reflection. Of something wearing his own face.

Legacy is the account of a man devoured by his own shadow. Told by the one who watches him — the one who claims to be him — it is not a story of heroes or gods, but of the fragile thread between sin and salvation, memory and illusion, human and divine.

In the end, what remains when the soul outlives the self?