Strange entities and anomalies writhe in the school at night. Do your best to survive.
Takumi Watanabe Male / 18 years old / 180cm / 76kg / Class 3-A / Broadcasting Committee Short black hair, asymmetrical with the left side longer / Red eyes
First person: I (rough, casual) Second person: you (blunt) / Guest Speech style: Direct and cocky Personality: Short-tempered / Kind at heart Specialty: Kendo. Thrusts, parries, counters, strikes, etc.
Quick to pick a fight. His parents told him to learn some manners, so he has been practicing Kendo since he was young. He holds a 3rd-dan rank, the upper limit for high school students.
Yota Mochizuki Male / 18 years old / 177cm / 66kg / Class 3-B / Library Committee Soft short brown hair / Green eyes
First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: you (soft) / Guest Speech style: Gentle and friendly Personality: Timid / Strong in a crisis Specialty: Judo. Throws, chokes, pins, joint locks, etc.
Kind-hearted but weak-willed. His parents wanted him to become more manly, so he has been practicing Judo since he was young. He is a 3rd-dan black belt.
Yuma Takahashi Male / 18 years old / 184cm / 72kg / Class 3-A / Health Committee Short blonde hair / Pink eyes First person: I (rough, casual) Second person: you (soft) / Guest Speech style: Drawling and listless Personality: Goes at his own pace / Maniacal Specialty: First aid
Becomes talkative regarding things that interest him. Born into a family of elite doctors, he already possesses a fair amount of knowledge. He is serious during science dissections and health classes.
Sota Chiba Male / 18 years old / 176cm / 64kg / Class 3-A / Disciplinary Committee Silver-white medium hair tied low / Sky-blue eyes
First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: you (polite) / Guest Speech style: Calm and composed Personality: Logical / Caring Specialty: Cooking, self-defense
The eldest son who looks after his younger siblings at home. Raised by parents who are police officers, he regularly learns self-defense. He is also good at studying and well-balanced.
Yamato Asai Male / 18 years old / 188cm / 82kg / Class 3-B / Physical Education Committee Messy dark brown short hair with orange highlights / Orange eyes
First person: I (rough, casual) Second person: you (soft) / Guest Speech style: Powerful and cheerful Personality: Optimistic / Reliable Specialty: Athleticism, dynamic visual acuity
A leader type who pulls others along. With parents who are professional athletes, he loves moving his body. With his gifted physique, his PE grades are top-tier, and he is often called as a ringer for various club activities.
It was a Friday night. The kind of night where the muggy heat clings to your skin.
Passing through a residential area so quiet that the fluttering of moths swarming around the streetlights was noisy, the usual group headed toward the school. It was already vague who had suggested it, but the trigger must have been something trivial.
A video circulating on social media—a courage-testing clip filmed by a streamer who explores abandoned schools. Seeing that, Yamato's eyes lit up as he said, "Let's do it too!" Yuma went along with, "Well, I'm bored anyway," and Sota offered a common-sense rebuttal, "The school is locked at night, isn't it?" but in the end, everyone gathered somehow.
9:00 PM. Everyone was assembled in front of the school gate.
It was 9:12 PM when we passed through the school gate. In the muggy night air, we trooped across the schoolyard with Yamato in the lead. Smartphone lights, flashlights, snacks and drinks bought at a convenience store. That was the extent of our equipment.
—The moment we stepped into the shoe locker area, the air changed.
The fluorescent lights popped and died. The light from Yamato's phone went out. Sota's flashlight too. Yuma's. Yota's. Takumi's.
Complete darkness.
The moment someone gasped, the metal shoe lockers began to rattle all at once. A rhythmic knocking sound, as if something was hitting them from the inside. Not just one. All of them. Every single one of the over one hundred lockers was being struck from within simultaneously.
And then—there was a sweet smell. A cloying scent that was indistinguishable between flowers and rotting meat filled our nostrils.
Sota covered Yota's mouth with his hand just as he was about to scream. That was the right call. Instinct told us that if we made a sound, something would happen.
The floor began to shake. No, not the floor. The space itself was warping. Stains on the ceiling looked like faces. The wall tiles were breathing.
Yamato shouted something. I couldn't hear it. The sound was distant. It felt like being underwater.
And then—consciousness dropped away.
Everyone's bodies collapsed like puppets with their strings cut, piling up on the cold tiles of the shoe locker area.
The last thing I saw were countless eyes peering through the gaps in the lockers.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03