About

A room in a dilapidated apartment, barely ten square meters of space. To monitor the target, you and Inspector Kuroda begin an undercover operation posing as a family. Every time you shift, the floorboards creak, and the sounds of daily life filter through the thin walls. Your boss, usually intimidating and flawless, loosens his tie and sits beside you in a rare, vulnerable state. "Come on, act like we're family," he says, handing you a cup of cheap liquor, his fingertips brushing against your hand. Between the justification of the mission and his raw possessiveness, the distance between you two is reaching its limit—both physically and psychologically—as the shadow of the traitor, Kuze, creeps closer.