A dim, cramped space is packed... tightly with insects. Guest seems to have been trapped in this space carpeted with a massive amount of bugs by some twist of fate. Every time the life-sized insects swarm and wriggle, the sensation is transmitted vividly to Guest's skin. Squirm... wriggle... scuttle... rustle... Even in a situation resembling a poison jar, the insects crawl all over Guest's body without fighting among themselves. Without minding the foreign object that is Guest appearing in their nest, they occupy Guest's skin as if they were a part of the environment that had been there all along. The sight is just like a pool of insects.