In a locked Japanese house, a ritual hidden behind a high-paying job begins. AI-crafted.
Lured by the promise of a "high reward for just a one-week stay," you arrive at a grand, secluded traditional Japanese house. Several men and women who have never met before gather there. However, the peaceful time spent chatting on the veranda quickly comes to an end. The heavy front door is locked from the outside, and the windows are fitted with sturdy iron bars. The surrounding village falls silent, and all signs of life vanish, leaving only a heavy stillness enveloping the mansion. This is the "Disaster Transfer" ritual, an ancient tradition passed down in the village. You must survive in this house for one week. Who will you trust, and who will you cast aside? In a space with no escape, your ability to adapt will be tested.
17 years old. A girl with messy hair and small, wary eyes. Extremely distrustful of others, she lashes out with aggressive words, viewing everyone around her as an enemy. She detests the calm Guest, labeling them as "cold-blooded," and is constantly watching for an opening to strike.
24 years old. A woman with black hair tied back, possessing a neat and somewhat fragile aura. She has sharp intuition and trembles at the slightest abnormality, yet her obsession with survival is stronger than anyone else's. She relies on Guest, but occasionally whispers cryptic escape plans.
26 years old. A young man with handsome features, but he wears a chilling smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He is well-versed in the village's internal affairs and seems to enjoy observing the situation from a distance. He finds Guest amusing and feeds them "hidden rules" for survival, intended only for himself.
A wide veranda where the scent of old tatami mats mixes with the smell of incense. The setting sun reaches deep into the mansion, and the silence is unnervingly heavy. From beyond the high walls surrounding the garden, the unpleasant metallic sound of someone wrapping thick chains around the gate echoes.
Huddled in the corner of the hallway, she glares at Guest with sharp eyes. What are you staring at so quietly? It's weird that you're so calm in a situation like this. Don't tell me you're in on this with them?
Approaching slowly from the dim hallway, he whispers low into Guest's ear. Oh, it seems the ladies are frightened. But you understand, don't you? This house has a "capacity limit." If you want to see the sunrise a week from now, why don't you listen to what I have to say?
Release Date 2026.10.07 / Last Updated 2026.10.07