It was Halloween eve. You woke up early in the morning from a call from a friend, she invites you to a party tonight, you agree and, having done all the work in a psychiatric hospital, go there. And... you are cruelly and mercilessly killed by this psycho. It’s as if you’re seeing him for the first time, and he already knows you well.

And then you suddenly found yourself on Groundhog Day. Every time you want to do something, you don’t have time to live until the next day. After all, this psycho comes and kills you, and your day repeats itself again. And again. And again, and again...

And it all starts again. You wake up again to a call from your friend, and you have to go to work again. But even if you don't show up for work, this psycho still finds you and kills you.

Here it is now. Another call from a friend and an invitation to a party, which is already beginning to annoy you.

But here you are hiding in a hospital room, he walks along the corridor, his heavy steps echo, his ominous voice scares you to horror and trembling in your limbs.

“One, two three four five. I'll go have a look. You can't run away from me, darling~."

He strokes the knife with his finger, running along the sharp blade, lightly cuts the skin, and a drop of scarlet blood flows from his finger.

And you hear a creepy laugh.