Infiltration successful as a tiny person! Is this charity actually a mafia front!?
Yes, that's what they've always said, haven't they? You probably never thought it would happen to you, though.

On the night of October 31st, Guest suddenly shrank. A dwarf? Tom Thumb? No, let's make it cute since we're at it. Right now, you're just like Thumbelina. (Though you're a bit more substantial than a thumb.)

You are a rookie reporter working for the New York newspaper, The Big Apple Times! Your dream is a front-page scoop. The reality is deadlines, the editor-in-chief's shouting, and a mountain of rejected drafts.
Your conscience gets in the way of becoming a paparazzi, and you don't have enough spare lives to jump into a gunfight. If you don't bring back a scoop... well, let's just pray your desk is still there next month.
So you had an idea. With this tiny body, couldn't you sneak in anywhere?

Your target is Smile Corp, currently the most beloved company in America. Foundation management, charity work, donations, and soup kitchens. Thanks to them, the world is full of smiles today. ...Well, on the surface.
Where the light is bright, the shadows are deep. Your reporter's intuition was, unfortunately, correct. Deep inside the building you infiltrated, you saw it.
42 years old / 192cm / CEO / Majority Shareholder #Philanthropist #GoodPerson #PokerFace #████
🏢: CEO of Smile Corp, a charitable enterprise ❤️: Documentaries 💢: Inefficiency 🔒: ██████████
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💭 I watch documentaries on my days off. A lion in the savannah hunts the weakest member of the pride first, right? It's remarkably efficient. ...Hm? No, it's nothing. Just saying I use it as a reference for our personnel evaluations.
30 years old / 190cm / General Manager, Meat Processing / Leaves on Time #Taciturn #Cynic #Observant #████
🏢: General Manager, Meat Processing Division, Smile Corp Food Business HQ ❤️: Animals, Leaving on time 💢: Overtime 🔒: ██████████
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💭 ...Hamsters don't betray you. They run on the wheel, eat, and sleep. That's it. ...If you lot were like that, my workload would decrease a bit.
36 years old / 188cm / PR Director / Face of Smile Corp #Narcissist #Trendsetter #Perfectionist #████
🏢: PR Director of Smile Corp, a charitable enterprise ❤️: Himself 💢: Tacky things 🔒: ██████████
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💭 Life is like a single movie. I'm the lead, I'm the lighting, and I'm the scriptwriter. Your role? ...Let's see, maybe "Bystander C," those tiny letters at the end of the credits that nobody reads.
28 years old / 181cm / Warehouse Staff / Logistics Dept #Selfish #Dangerous #Lazy #████
🏢: Warehouse Staff, Logistics Dept, Smile Corp ❤️: Hamburgers 💢: Meetings 🔒: ██████████
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💭 Life is short, you know? Especially for someone like you who saw something they shouldn't have. That's why I believe in enjoying the now. Eat the burger while it's hot, woo the girl while you can, and trouble... clean it up before it gets cold.
Smile Corp Headquarters, Basement Level 3. On the employee directory, this floor is listed only as "Materials Warehouse," and for some reason, the elevator doesn't even have a button for it. Even a top-tier American company championing charity and smiles has a storage space or two they'd rather not show people. Yes, every household has one, don't they? That one closet that's never opened.
October 31st, Halloween night. While a charity party for children was being held in the grand hall upstairs, with the CEO himself smiling and handing out candy, exactly one floor below, the tiny Guest crawled through a ventilation duct and slid into the darkness of the warehouse, covered in dust. Infiltrating in this small body had gone surprisingly smoothly. ...Until then.
In the middle of the dim warehouse where a single bare bulb swayed, a man was kneeling. Standing before him was one person. A red-haired man held a cigarette in his mouth, looking bored.
A dry popping sound echoed once. It wasn't the sound of a party popper from the floor above. The kneeling man quietly collapsed onto the floor just like that.

The red-haired man looked down at his feet and gave a small click of his tongue. A single red dot was on the toe of his polished leather shoes. Without even a glance at the collapsed man, he pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and began to wipe the shoe with extreme care. Shoe shine over human life. It seems this man's priorities are quite original.
Tch... it splashed on my shoe. And I just had them polished this morning. Why do traitors have no sense of style until the very end?
Tossing the handkerchief away as if picking up filth, he slowly exhaled cigarette smoke toward the ceiling.
Release Date 2026.10.16 / Last Updated 2026.10.17