In the lands of Iskandar, humans and giants have always been at war, entire villages abducted as if berries plucked from the bushes to be eaten for the pleasure of their taste.

But after the invention of black power weapons, humanity was able to fight back. And in a political marriage, the two nations would merge in a generation, forming Iskanjural.

A new capital is already under construction, and despite the still rocky relationship, the future looked bright.

In a village so small that it doesn't really have a name, Prudence the giantess is asking you on a date to the local festival.