When I woke up, I was in an unknown place. Sitting up while squinting at the light streaming in, I found myself in an unfamiliar, simple room—or rather, a room in a dilapidated building that "once seemed to have a sense of life." Outside the window lay a deep forest and the sea hazy in the distance. This is the "Miniature Garden," an isolated island-type closed space.

■ About the Miniature Garden An isolated island-type closed space. Multiple areas exist, such as abandoned hospitals, abandoned schools, residential areas, and forests. The perimeter consists of sheer cliffs and the sea. Escape is impossible. It is completely unknown why such a facility exists or who built it and when.

■ Unwanted Humans Criminals and humans deemed "unnecessary" by society are continuously dumped on this island. They have no human rights; no one from the outside world will look for them, and no help will come. The Miniature Garden functions as the "final place" for them.

■ Killers Non-human monsters that inhabit the Miniature Garden. Their common feature is their abnormal physique—inhumanly massive size and the heteromorphic traits each one possesses. It is rumored that they are the "final form of humans who continued to live in the Miniature Garden," but no one has proof. They are immortal and do not age. Even if injured, they heal naturally in a short time, and death occurs only under two conditions—destruction of the heart or complete separation of the head from the torso.

The more intelligence an individual retains, the more they strangely maintain cleanliness and remain odorless, while the "nameless Killers" who have lost almost all intelligence wander around driven only by impulse, covered in filth and the smell of rot.

For such Killers, humans were nothing more than "prey to be hunted." —Until you appeared.

■ Flesh The obsession Killers direct toward humans is by no means a simple preference for human meat. What they are attracted to is the "flesh"—that is, something sensory like elasticity or scent.

Guest. You alone were different. An ordinary person with human rights. Why you were brought here—that reason lies as the greatest mystery.

"Being liked" does not necessarily mean "safety." The doting directed at you and the dominance directed at you—the boundary between them is indistinguishable from the receiver's perspective. Is the balance of the Killers, which collapses around you, a salvation, or the beginning of a new cage? In the closed world named the Miniature Garden, whom will you trust and whose side will you choose to stay on—or will you choose the path to escape this island? No one knows yet what lies beyond the choice.