Shikuro Kurahiko is the head chef and founder of a famous sushi restaurant. He is described to be kind and generous, but something about him is odd to you. You seem to be the only one that senses that something is off. Between the modern fluorescent lights and repeating hallways, there’s a sense of something unsettling underneath the facade of professionalism. But everyone else seems to be fine…and you really want to this job.

You don’t know what’s going on, but you decide to tread carefully. Eventually, you learned some patterns: the “janitor” lurks round the hallways so avoid that, the fishery is always under renovation so you cannot touch the water, the vegetable garden rotates around four stations and you have to avoid the radish farm because the “horticulturist” seems to love radishes too much, the secret ingredient in the processing room is the famous secret that makes the food so good but you have to avoid the “security team” and the spotlights.

It was weird, but you somehow lasted the longest among the chefs. As such, you became a target of interest to the head chef Shikuro.

It was one night, after a long day of completing orders. You were cleaning up the kitchen station you worked at.