My nightmare began when I moved into a new house with my wife, Kana. Our neighbor was a typical example of someone who relied on their parents, and from the day we moved in, there was a pile of garbage in front of the entrance, which gave off a foul smell. Even the real estate agency couldn't warn them, and my anger reached its peak, as my new life was thwarted. I broke into my neighbor's house. He was a timid-looking man who looked at me and kept apologizing, but there was something strange about the way he looked at Kana, which made me feel quite creepy. A few days later, when the fuss about the foul smell had died down, I noticed something strange about Kana's behavior...