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Quickly! Please hurry.
Hurry! This way!
Watch your step! Keep moving.
I'll check the upper floor.
This way. Hurry up. Quick!
Run downstairs. Please hurry!
Oh, my God!
-Morning, Maki. -Good morning.
Hey, are you hungry?
No, I'm good for now.
-Maki, good morning. -Good morning.
Man, what a pain.
-What now? -What's wrong?
Miwa's birthday is next Tuesday.
Really?
I figure she isn't excited about turning 50.
Is that so?
I doubt she'd get mad over a party. But still, you know.
-We should just ignore it, then. -Yeah.
But then again, that might put her in a bad mood.
We can say congrats and call it a day.
I'm not so sure about that.
She may get upset or something.
She said her birthday parties used to be very grand.
They were crazy.
Bustling with actors, models, artists, and random old guys.
Sounds like the life of a celebrity.
She secretly likes attention.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Good morning.
Did we do something last year?
No, we totally forgot about it, and she wouldn't speak to us for a week.
Oh, now I get why she was strangely grumpy for a time.
-Good morning, Mr. Maki. -Good morning.
Any ideas, Mr. Tsurumi?
Well, I believe it would be best to ask her directly.
That wouldn't be the same.
Good morning.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Still, I think we should celebrate it somehow.
I mean, we may not have many birthdays left, right?
That's true. It could be her last.
What do we do, though?
A fancy dinner?
But we only have canned and prepackaged food.
Yeah, I quite like it. What's up?
Miwa's birthday is coming up.
What? Really?
-Morning, Ms. Miyata. -Morning.
-Good morning.
Got anything in mind?
No, nothing.
She doesn't want the fuss.
She's like that. What a bother.
Don't say that.
-We should go all out. -Really?
Yes, but we're on the fence...
Ms. Onishi, good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning, Miwa.
-Good morning, Miwa. -Good morning.
Shall I get you something?
No, thank you. I can help myself.
Don't mind me.
Whatever.
What's the matter, Ms. Miyata?
-No way! -Are you kidding me?
That gun still works?
Forget the gun.
Shut it, Mr. Matsuoka.
Ms. Suenaga!
Mr. Matsuoka, shut up!
Mr. Hirayama...
On three!
-Let's move him to his room. -Okay.
Sorry, let's carry him as is.
-If you would, Mr. Yamamoto. -Okay.
Didn't expect Mr. Hirayama to use it first.
Holy moly!
It's like night and day.
So, have you found anything?
No, nothing noteworthy.
He didn't leave a note.
How can you sit in that?
-Where's Ms. Suenaga? -Resting in her room.
I see. Thank you.
Mr. Tsurumi, how are you holding up?
I'm fine. Thank you.
But we can't leave Mr. Hirayama here.
Yes, you're correct.
There's no crematorium.
No.
Guess we have to bury him.
Bury?
However, digging a hole outside would be too risky.
The roof, then?
That'd attract them, idiot.
What? You think they can climb?
They could grow wings.
Yikes.
I'd be curious to see that.
Yeah, I'd love to see them fly.
Flap! Flap, flap...
Guys, check out this bathroom.
Huh?
-Wow, amazing! -Wow!
-Look at this! -Wow!
Gosh, this smells amazing!
Got used to it.
Please gather at the entrance ASAP.
This is a final call!
Any remaining guests, please gather at the entrance ASAP.
This is the final call from the Ground Self-Defense Force!
This is the Ground Self-Defense Force!
You're the last ones.
Please calm down. The helicopters will be ready soon.
Leave your things so there's room for everyone.
Is this everyone?
Yamamoto's doing a final call. You stay here.
-All ready. -Roger.
We're ready to go. Please follow our instructions.
Refrain from acting on your own.
Can you stand up? Take your time.
All right then, please follow us.
-Don't push. -No pushing, please.
This way.
Whoa.
Let's not do this.
It's fine.
We shouldn't.
Don't treat me like a thief.
But...
-Look. -What?
Oh, hello there. Looks like the SDF has left.
See? I told you it was fine.
It's rude to go through people's things. They may come back.
My name's Kunugi.
I'm Suenaga.
You?
I'm Maki.
Oh, no, not again.
Mr. Maki, have you seen those things?
What things?
Those huge pillbugs straight out of Nausicaä of the Valley of the Sand.
There were many of them.
Valley of the Wind, I mean.
This feels like a nightmare.
You got left behind too?
Or did you stay?
Huh?
Anyway, more people might've stayed.
Here we go.
Like I said, we shouldn't... Oh, it's a woman's bag.
-Let's stop. -Why?
Go ahead, then.
-No, I'll pass. -Have at it.
-It's okay. -Come on.
All remaining guests are asked to gather at the 2nd floor cafeteria.
Breakfast will be served.
I repeat.
All remaining guests are asked to gather at the 2nd floor cafeteria.
Somebody!
Help!
Help me! Help me!
Help me! Somebody!
What?
-Thank goodness. -You're wet.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
I'll untie you.
No, I'm scared!
No signal?
Yours too?
Yes, no luck so far.
Good morning. I'm Tsurumi, the hotel manager.
May I have your names and room numbers, please?
I'm Maki. Room 404.
Thank you.
-I'm Matsuoka from 504. -Yes.
Please have this for now.
Thank you.
Here we go.
Excuse me.
Is this everyone?
Yes, I assume so.
Could you fill us in, Mr. Yamamoto?
Of course.
In the early...
I am Private Sosuke Yamamoto.
In the early morning of March 22nd, unidentified giant monsters appeared.
The SDF launched a rescue operation at 0600 hours.
It was completed at 2100 hours.
The hotel is currently surrounded.
The latest reports say
that this phenomenon has been taking place across the country.
We have independent power and water systems prepared for major disasters.
No need to worry for now.
What about food?
As for that, we have an emergency food stock.
-How much? -Let's see...
given our numbers, it should last for over a year.
-Really? -Yes.
But the rescue should be here any day,
isn't that right?
Please be ready to leave at any moment.
I suppose everyone's introduced themselves already, right?
We haven't gotten to that yet.
Oh, I'll start then.
Toru Matsuoka. I'm 43 years old.
I work in development at a manufacturing company.
I have a wife and a son...
My hobby is mountain hiking.
I like sports in general, whether it's watching or playing.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, I'll go next.
Keisuke Kunugi, 39. I was a civil servant.
Oh, and here is Ms. Suenaga.
I am Akiho Suenaga.
Are you married?
Oh, no. Not at all.
Right?
You know each other?
Kind of. There were more of us.
Well... we came here to commit a group suicide.
Mr. Kunugi...
That's how we met.
We met online, to be exact, including Ms. Miyata over here.
All the others seem to have evacuated.
Thank you. That's all.
All right, who...
Miwa, what's wrong?
You must be Ms. Onishi from room 614. I'm Tsurumi, the manager.
Do you have any painkillers?
Anything will do, but I'd prefer Loxonin.
Certainly. I'll bring it right over.
I got your food, Miwa.
I'm Miyoshi. I came here on a business trip.
Oh, and she's my subordinate, Yanagi.
So, who wants to go next?
Pardon me.
-Excuse me. -Yes?
You're Miwa Sakurai, aren't you?
Can I shake your hand?
I'm a big fan of yours. Are you here for a shoot?
Yes, but it fell through. I'm Seto, her manager.
Hello.
May I get a handshake too? Please.
-Is she a celebrity? -An actress.
An actress? Wow, that's amazing!
Thank you.
Was it for a TV series or a movie?
The lead?
-Come on, obviously. -Really?
-It's confidential. -So it's hush-hush.
I see. Right, of course.
Gosh...
I was supposed to go hiking with my son. It was nothing too strenuous.
He's still five.
It was my dream to go hiking with him.
I thought the time was right for a family hike.
Just us three.
Are you married, Mr. Maki?
No.
Your family...
I guess they made it out safely.
Wait, then who...
Anyway, I was pretty surprised to see some people left behind.
They all failed to escape, huh?
Poor things...
But thanks to that, I was saved.
I was sure I would die in there.
Once again, thank you so much.
No problem.
Okay, so now it's your turn.
My turn?
-Introduce yourself. -Right.
I'm Maki.
Yeah. How old are you, Mr. Maki?
I'm 33.
-What do you do? -Well, I...
I write stuff...
I didn't catch that.
Well, I said I write stuff...
A writer?
Like for magazines? Or online articles?
Yeah, on the Web and stuff like that.
To be honest, I write novels.
Are you saying you're an author?
Yes.
What was your name again?
Maki.
Yuichiro Maki.
Yuichiro Maki?
Maki...
Is "yu" spelled with the kanji for "male"?
Yes, it is.
Oh, I know you. I've heard of you!
Really? You aren't messing with me?
Oh, that explains the laptop!
Wow, really? You won't mind if I tell everyone, will you?
Wow, so you're an author.
I can't believe someone famous saved little old me.
Oh, boy.
They've been around for years, right?
"Suicide clubs."
They really exist, huh?
The manager said we had enough food, but I wonder about supplements.
I should've brought some vitamins.
Oh, and pads.
No, they should have some. Someone might've left some behind.
Go sleep in your room.
But I'm scared.
Come on. You have an extra bed.
Miwa, could you switch beds with me?
This isn't a non-smoking room?
This could make for a bestselling autobiography.
Let's spill some secrets and name names while we're at it.
Hey, Ichika.
Yes?
Why didn't you escape?
I wonder that myself.
Noriko.
Zero One. This is Zero Two.
Do you copy? Over.
This is Private Sosuke Yamamoto of the 34th IR, 1st Div.
Thursday, March 28th, 2024.
Day seven.
Ten survivors. The number of unidentified giant monsters is unknown.
Please dispatch an air rescue team.
This is Private Sosuke Yamamoto of the 34th IR, 1st Div.
Thursday, March 28th, 2024.
Day seven.
Ten survivors. The number of unidentified giant monsters is unknown.
Please dispatch an air rescue team.
Over.
We'll freeze the meat.
I'm a terrible cook, you know.
Well, I can make basic meals, but nothing worthy of serving guests.
So you're a lifesaver.
Thank you.
Let's see. What next?
Ms. Suenaga?
I'm sorry.
It's all right. I'll take over.
-Okay. -It's fine.
Wait, I'll guess. Let me see.
We hear them less often.
Right, so what was it?
A Night Pigeon? Or was it "Bird"?
A "train."
-Yes, A Night Train. I've read it. -Thank you.
What a twist ending. Writers are something else.
I was impressed.
-Sorry if I sounded condescending. -Not at all.
To think Miwa Sakurai and Yuichiro Maki would be here.
There was a movie, right?
Yeah, well...
Ms. Miyata, how about you join us?
It's important that we at least meet at mealtimes.
You always leave quickly.
I'm fine.
We hardly see each other, except at meals.
I'm sorry.
Somebody get a towel.
Right away, sir.
Are you okay, Ms. Miyata?
You all right? Now, stand up.
What's that look for?
You have something to say?
Oops, sorry.
Please don't bother yourself. Let me...
Excuse me, but I have a proposal.
For starters, let's refrain from using violence,
both physical and verbal.
Also, no stealing, okay?
And let's stay out of each other's business unless necessary,
but help each other out when needed.
These three... Yes, three rules.
No violence, no meddling,
and mutual help.
That's it.
Could we please follow these rules?
What's that crap?
Pardon?
Listen, Maki.
It's at times like these...
It's exactly at times like these that we can't rely on some foolish rules.
Don't you agree?
I... Yes, sir.
Just think about it. Isn't imagination your forte?
We men have to step up now and take on the role of a father.
Am I wrong?
We're like a family here.
I don't know about that.
-Did I say something strange? -No.
Ow!
Bring it on!
-Mr. Matsuoka, calm down. -Stay out of it.
Hey!
We eat together.
-Have you gone crazy? -Shut up, you third-rate actress.
-"Third-rate"? -Ichika!
No one has come to rescue us.
Hey...
Whoa!
We may not have much time.
Mr. Matsuoka!
That's a bit...
We're going to die here.
Mr. Matsuoka.
Whoa!
All I ask is for us to act as a family!
Please calm down for a moment!
-Mr. Matsuoka! -Hey!
Stop that, please!
-Hey! -What are you doing?
Oh, no, you've made a hole. Why would you do that, officer?
You can't go around damaging private buildings, boy.
The guests had a scuffle.
It's your job to handle that, is it not?
My apologies.
Come on, now.
Everything is fine.
Whoa.
Bang!
Who's this old geezer?
Mr. Hirayama, the hotel's chairman.
May I have a moment, everyone?
Yes, sir.
Please make way.
Sorry.
I said, follow me.
Sorry.
Earlier...
It was you, right?
The rules you said.
I like those.
No reason to make things complicated.
Three ground rules.
May I suggest adding one more?
Those who want to die can use this gun.
Of course you're free to leave the hotel.
So don't try to stop those who want to die.
That is all.
Oh, and one more thing.
You over there.
Don't waste the food. Are we clear?
Yes, sir.
Zero One. This is Zero Two.
Do you copy? Over.
Thursday, April 4th, 2024. Day 14.
Eleven survivors. No abnormalities as of now.
Unidentified giant monsters are still active.
Please dispatch an air rescue team.
Over.
What do you mean, it's gone?
Since the trash had piled up, Mr. Yamamoto and I went to
dispose of it and check the situation earlier.
Those things?
We could see them clearly from afar. We don't know how many.
What about the trash?
It vanished into thin air.
Under these circumstances, we doubt it was trash collectors.
They ate it.
Ate it?
Yes.
"The generous soul will be made rich,
"and he who waters will also be watered himself."
Tsurumi, I'll have my meal.
Of course, sir.
If today's trash disappears too...
It's possible.
Hold on a sec.
Doesn't that mean... that they won't go away?
We're feeding them.
Let's keep the trash inside.
There.
Well, we won't produce that much trash.
Still, we can't keep it here. Let's be careful and dump it far away.
Mr. Yamamoto, have you reached anyone?
No. I keep transmitting, but with no luck yet.
There's a door at the end of the stairs.
It connects to a basement passage to an underground highway tunnel.
It's meant only for emergencies, and it's hardly ever been used.
Under the current circumstances, I'd like you to make the assessment.
Yamamoto, why aren't you drinking?
-Drink up! -Come on, man.
Come on!
Hey, what's wrong, Yamamoto?
Hey, Yamamoto! What's wrong?
What's up with you? You okay?
Yamamoto!
That's all you got?
What's the matter, Yamamoto? Get up right now.
Stand up!
Mr. Yamamoto?
Come on.
Are you okay?
That passage...
It's dangerous.
I can't say for sure, but it must be gas.
It's likely toxic.
Either way, it's dangerous.
Don't worry. It'll be like before.
Before?
Yeah, it'll be back to normal. We'll be together again.
Noriko...
I understand. Let's take a rain check.
We'll come up with a new plan, okay?
So let me in.
Open the damn door! Come on!
Everyone's dead! My wife and kids are gone.
Don't you get it? You're all I have.
Noriko!
Won't you die with me?
That's odd.
You said that on Friday night you had dinner alone.
However,
we have a witness who saw you enter a hotel with Mr. Sugimoto.
Detective.
I have nothing more to tell you.
Yes, I understand.
But since we have a witness...
Who is it?
The deceased Yumiko.
-Enough of that. -Yes.
That was amazing.
-Shall we stand? -No way.
I haven't seen that guy lately.
Who?
Ms. Yanagi's boss...
-Mr. Miyoshi? -Yes. I wonder if he left.
I'm very sorry about the other day.
Huh? What's this about?
I sincerely apologize for insulting you.
Thank you. Apology accepted.
It's all right.
-Mr. Matsuoka. -Yes?
Could you read this part?
-Ichika. -Just a fragment.
Have a seat.
-This? -Yes.
You play the role of a detective.
What?
Go ahead.
That's odd.
You said that on Friday night you had dinner alone.
However, we have a witness who saw you...
-Hello. -Hello.
...with Mr. Sugimoto.
Detective.
I have nothing more to tell you.
-Yes, I understand. -Mr. Kunugi, isn't that...
But since we have a witness...
What?
Do I look pretty?
Very much so.
I suppose this is what didn't sit well with my wife and daughter.
I think you look lovely.
Isn't that right?
Mr. Kunugi...
There, there.
Mr. Kunugi.
Oh, no, don't cry.
You look very beautiful. Right?
It's the chairman's collection. I thought I'd set it up here.
He said, "Have the fools read some books."
Oh, Mr. Maki. Do you have any plans for a new novel?
Huh?
We're stuck here anyway, so...
I mean, we never know.
-Excuse me. -Sure.
Sorry, but may I borrow these?
Of course. Go ahead.
-Sorry. -It's fine.
That's just your speculation.
Indeed, I didn't like Mr. Sugimoto.
But that doesn't mean I killed him, right?
I admit that I was in a position that would've allowed me to do it.
But that alone isn't proof that I did it, is it now?
Dear guests staying at our hotel,
I have an announcement.
Due to yesterday's trash issue,
evacuation has become problematic for us.
Therefore, we must ask you to extend your stay
for just a while longer. We apologize for any inconvenience caused.
I will now announce a few points concerning this extended stay.
We would usually leave items left behind in storage,
but these are unusual circumstances.
We will allow taking supplies from luggage.
As for food, we will continue to provide rationed meals.
Ms. Suenaga will help ensure everyone gets fair rations.
We will do our best, but if any issues arise,
please come directly to me.
As for the cleaning of the communal areas and garbage disposal,
we must ask guests to cooperate and work in shifts.
SHIFT SCHEDULE
Please be sure to check the shift schedule that I posted in the cafeteria.
Additionally, you may move to any room you like.
If you would like to move,
please report the decision to me.
Lastly, we have Mr. Maki's three rules
of no violence, no prying, and mutual aid.
We adopt them as official rules.
We hope you will continue to enjoy your stay at our hotel,
and we ask for your cooperation.
Thank you very much for your attention.
Ms. Suenaga, could you make a cake for Miwa?
Yes, but didn't you say she doesn't like celebrations?
-Good morning! -Good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning, Maki.
Good morning.
She'll be grumpy if we don't do anything.
Well, how does Miwa feel about surprises?
A surprise? I think that's too risky.
You don't know either?
No idea.
Know what?
Why Mr. Hirayama died.
What? You know?
Like I said...
No one knows.
If only we had a doctor for an autopsy.
What? Autopsy?
But that wouldn't reveal a motive.
I hear stress makes brains shrink.
Huh? Seriously?
Well, an autopsy could help determine whether it was murder or suicide.
Murder?
Well, hypothetically.
It's just a hypothesis.
I'm surprised no one's died.
What do you mean?
I mean up until now.
I mean, the people who evacuated were running for their lives.
Right.
Those of us still here gave up and accepted death, right?
Not me.
Yet you're still here.
Want to die? Go outside.
Sorry, could you move? You're blocking the light.
I think the people here don't care to survive, but don't care to die either.
Those who stayed wanted to die. Those who left wanted to live.
Those who left wanted to die. those who stayed wanted to live.
Which is it?
It's confusing, isn't it?
Oh, I messed it up?
I did, right? No, I didn't.
On a wall. Somewhere high up.
Walking along the top like this.
I could fall this way,
or I could fall that way.
When I imagine myself dancing atop a high wall,
I feel like it helps me keep my sanity.
Interesting. I don't really get it, though.
It's also kind of fun.
There was this dance company I always wanted to join overseas.
But an injury stopped me.
I also had a habit of throwing up what I ate.
I'd eat and vomit every day.
One day, I just stopped.
How about you, Ms. Onishi?
Huh?
Why didn't you evacuate?
Did you see those things?
Just a glance.
When it happened, I saw them through a window.
Huge creatures. Tons of them.
I saw that and went, "Ah, screw it."
And I was glad.
Like, "All right. Well,
"it's finally over."
Is that weird?
And Ms. Seto?
Who knows about her?
Anyways, you chose a strange place to dance.
I did?
They say the culprit always returns to the scene of the crime.
Are you suggesting I'm a murderer?
Yes.
In one go?
Probably. You'd have to get really up close.
Oh, okay.
See the back?
Make this part cute.
Oh. Sure.
Could you train for it?
Well, yes. Training could allow for attacking at range.
Interesting.
The JSDF trains with guns, right?
Yes, we do.
Did you?
Yes, I did.
So you can do it.
-What? -Bang!
Now, hold on.
-Bang! -Please stop.
-Stab! -So, no gun?
-Stab! -Please stop.
You've got no alibi, huh?
What?
Lure him in, and bang!
Right. Maybe not a gun, though.
-It had to have been. -Oh, please.
Methods aside, what could be the motive?
Well... money problems?
I doubt that. At a time like this?
But... what motivates people to murder?
-No idea. -Motives...
A suicide club, was it?
Didn't you come here for that, Ms. Suenaga?
-Ichika... -It's true.
Well... why?
You have no delicacy, do you?
I mean, you started it.
Yeah, but you're being too blunt.
It's fine, really.
I had forgotten all about it.
Long story short, I got sick of being a caregiver.
At home?
My husband's parents.
One passed away, though.
It was very stressful.
My husband didn't care.
He said, "Other households deal with it just fine."
But it was crazy.
Cleaning excrement off the floor and walls in the middle of the night...
It was smeared everywhere like a layer of paint.
Excrement?
Seriously? That's rough.
They went senile. I would wake up to this stench.
And one day, I realized I was just
standing there with a kitchen knife.
-A knife? -That's right.
I held it like this at night, right next to their beds.
I was horrified.
I didn't want to end up a murderer.
So I joined the club.
Does that help explain why people commit murder?
Well... sure.
Done.
Yes, of course. Thank you.
I will print and display it as usual.
Yes, please do.
You must be tired. Please get some rest.
Thank you.
-Good night. -Good night.
Maki.
New book?
Yes.
Nice. I can't wait to read it.
Thanks.
By the way, you know those three rules you made?
Ah... yes.
No violence, no meddling, mutual aid.
Those things outside seem to uphold the rules too.
I see.
And I had an idea.
Maybe you made them too.
What?
You did, didn't you?
You called them.
What do you think? It's my idea for your new book.
Oh, I see. Thank you.
Bye now.
Do you suspect me too, Maki?
Suspect?
That I killed Mr. Hirayama.
Of course not.
All right. Good night.
-Oh, Maki. -Yes?
It's been over a year.
I'm sorry I hit you.
This is Private Sosuke Yamamoto.
Monday, September 28th, 2026.
It's probably a clear day. No abnormalities observed.
We're preparing a party for Ms. Onishi.
Classified, top secret. Over.
Good morning.
How old are you again, Yamamoto?
I'm 25.
Ms. Onishi's turning 50.
If you were going to die tomorrow...
What?
If you died tomorrow, would you have any life regrets?
I have quite a lot of money saved up.
I worked a boring job forever.
That's admirable.
I guess it was all for nothing.
Don't worry.
It will all work out.
I'll protect you.
Okay, that's fine.
We'll prepare a little cake.
You didn't need to do all this, though.
Well, I'm sorry.
Don't apologize. Thank you.
Sorry to switch subjects, but we can no longer put off
dealing with Mr. Hirayama's body.
Ah, right. We should bury the poor man.
But... should we, though?
Evidence is important.
Evidence?
Forget it.
You all seem to be making some sort of strange insinuation.
Well, what do we do?
It's dangerous, but we should bury him, little by little.
-You mean cut him up? -What?
No. Dig the grave bit by bit.
Obviously.
You scare me sometimes, Mr. Kunugi.
I'm sorry.
One more thing.
Mr. Maki finished his new book.
The title is...
NO. 6 YUICHIRO MAKI
Another number?
I need an editor to title them.
This was quick.
Well, it's short.
It was a nice, quick read.
What?
-You've read it? -Yes.
How was it?
Great. Classic Maki.
I can't wait to read it. A classic Maki novel.
-Thank you. -Sure.
Ouch.
ONE NIGHT, A TRAIN YUICHIRO MAKI
Maki...
Maki.
Maki, over here! Hurry!
-Over here, Maki! -What's wrong?
Let's put that down, Mr. Matsuoka.
I killed Mr. Hirayama.
-What? -What?
That what you want?
Would that put you at ease?
It's not about that.
No one is accusing you.
I knew it all along.
I know what you're plotting.
Before it happens, I'll do it myself.
That's nonsense!
What's going on?
Ms. Onishi! Happy birthday.
Okay...
But I'm sorry. I have to die on your birthday.
What is this?
We were saying it could be murder.
What? Matsuoka did it?
Wait, no! It wasn't me!
It wasn't me, but you're all happily chattering away together.
-A man's dead! -He's back to his old self.
How'd we use to handle him?
It's our fault, Mr. Matsuoka. We're sorry.
So just put that down, okay?
Our fault? We did nothing.
There you are!
Suicide! It was a suicide!
I've been looking for you. Why are you all here?
What's going on?
Mr. Hirayama committed suicide.
Wait... what?
You're scaring me.
Suicide? How do you know?
He left a note behind. I found it in a book.
My corpse doesn't Mean anything. Let them eat me. September 23rd.
It's his handwriting.
"Let them eat me."
Oh, Mr. Matsuoka...
Oh, the birthday party...
At a time like this? I don't think...
You're right.
Those things...
Will they eat Mr. Hirayama?
"My corpse doesn't mean anything." I don't get it.
He was always a bit strange.
He called me a C-list actress.
He called me a C-list actress's parasite.
You deserve a break. Please have some coffee, everyone.
-Thank you. -Thank you very much.
He insulted me, too.
Sorry.
Oh, thank you.
Maybe we're the last humans left.
Maybe. It's those things' world now.
We're in between the human era and theirs?
In between...
We're the threshold between the old world and the new?
I see.
We're the survivors. That would be so ironic.
Right, Ms. Suenaga?
Definitely.
Ex-suicidal people living in peace. Even Ms. Miyata.
In peace?
You call this peaceful?
Mr. Matsuoka attempted suicide.
People living in peace don't attempt suicide.
And Mr. Hirayama died.
Sorry.
I wonder if Mr. Hirayama knew.
Knew what?
That we'd argue over if it was a murder.
It's possible. He liked to test people.
Crazy old man.
Maybe we liked it too.
Yeah. It was kind of exciting.
You're right. We should be ashamed.
All of us. Right?
Not me. But I think it was just boredom.
Boredom. You're right.
Being stuck in a hotel made us crazy. We're crazy, right?
Or is it just me?
No, you're right.
Crazy has become normal.
-Yamamoto. -Yes?
There's no help coming, is there?
I'm still sending SOS signals.
But no one's heard them.
We... don't know that.
-No one's coming. -You want them to?
I guess...
Well... I don't know.
-What? -Yeah, it's kind of.
What?
So why am I sending out messages every day?
No one's even receiving them, right?
Well, we have to at least try.
It's like a lottery. We might as well try.
Excuse me?
No, I...
Maybe no one...
got my messages.
But still, if there's a chance.
Right?
If there's a chance, of course.
I see.
I'll stop transmissions.
No. Please keep sending them. Right, everyone?
I was just running my mouth. I'm sorry.
By the way, where did you find Mr. Hirayama's note?
In a book. Tucked into its cover.
-What kind of book? -A novel.
Yeah, so, what novel is it?
It was in a pillow.
It's a book by Maki! So Mr. Hirayama had a copy.
Yes, but...
YUICHIRO MAKI 2012 LITERARY NEWCOMER AWARD WINNER
-Who's that? -Exactly.
You... What's your name?
-Maki. -First name?
Yuichiro.
So you have the same name?
Who are you?
Ah, I see. A clever prank.
No one knows an author's face.
They have the same name. Funny!
It's creepy.
But Maki did write those new novels. You all read them.
This is creepy. Isn't it creepy?
He stole that man's identity.
I did think his new novels seemed amateurish.
He thought we'd never know 'cause we have no internet.
Don't say that. You said you enjoyed his books.
He lied to us.
-And? We're all... -No, this is wrong.
I'm not so sure about his rules anymore.
-It's just too creepy. -Wait.
Is it really that big of a deal?
Thanks to Maki's rules, we've coexisted in peace.
Not really.
-That's not... -Please don't yell.
Sorry.
We broke the three rules. We didn't trust each other.
This is prying. Violence, even.
Why don't we have some cake?
Not now, Ms. Suenaga!
I read Maki's new novel.
It was wonderful.
But he lied to us.
Please apologize.
Apologize to us all.
Apologize to me for making me enjoy your book.
-Wait. -Ms. Suenaga?
What's with that face?
Maki?
At construction sites,
I did "transporting."
I carried around metal beams and plasterboards.
Part-time, of course. I'm a college dropout, after all.
And I was trying to write a novel.
I wanted to be someone.
But I was a nobody.
I came here to write, but I couldn't.
But the morning I was to leave, those things arrived.
Why would you come here to write?
Some authors isolate themselves to focus.
Real authors.
He ended up becoming a real author here, right?
More like an aspiring author. Am I wrong?
How old are you, anyways?
I see.
Mr. Hirayama knew about Maki's lie.
Maki realized it, and killed him.
Plausible, right?
I thought of that too, but...
-Murder? Just for that? -Right.
Then!
Why?
Why did everyone suspect me, despite me not having any motive?
You all owe me an apology too!
No one accused you.
Just drop it already.
"Drop it"?
We're done here.
It is not over!
-Are you okay? -Yes, I'm sorry.
This is violence.
His rules.
No one follows them. We can't depend on them.
That's why I said
we need to become a family!
This country was built on the cooperation of families.
I don't like this country then.
I agree. I also ran from my family.
Of course you did. Look at you.
You're a man. Pathetic.
If we were a family,
you think we'd get along?
Yes. I do.
Did your family get along?
Of course.
Then why'd you stay here?
True. You didn't leave with them.
What about you?
I remember your suicide scandal.
-That's why you got blacklisted, huh? -Ichika!
Don't, Ichika!
We should all be dead.
Mr. Matsuoka's wife and his son...
They tied him up and abandoned him,
and left him in a closet.
Like this.
He couldn't evacuate.
Oh, please.
I found him like that.
So that's why he's obsessed with family.
You're right.
I must've done something wrong.
Because at that time, I ended up being killed by my own family.
I feel like I've finally been honest with you all.
Goodbye.
Mr. Matsuoka...
Mr. Tsurumi...
Mr. Matsuoka,
you once suggested I brought those things here.
You were right. I called them here.
I created this situation and this world.
I planned to do it if I failed at writing.
If I couldn't be someone, I'd end it. So I called them.
I said, "Gather!"
I happened to find the author with the same name as me,
and people who would believe I was him.
I... I was finally happy.
I'm sorry, everyone.
We can all live here.
This place saved some of us.
It saved Mr. Kunugi, Ms. Suenaga, and Ms. Miyata as well.
Let's be grateful.
Even I was able to become someone.
Or rather, I realized I didn't need to be someone.
What about you, Mr. Matsuoka?
You've been obsessed with family.
Family. Family. Family. Family.
You can give it up.
They tried to kill you. So what?
No one here wants to kill you.
It's okay.
You can leave family behind.
You can live now, thanks to those things.
I think
I will keep writing novels.
Why not? Do what you like.
And I'm sorry, Mr. Yamamoto,
but I don't want to leave this place.
I've felt that way too for quite some time.
Let's just admit it, right?
Not me.
Fine.
If they come, good for you.
No death, no murder.
Well, besides Mr. Hirayama.
Things will be better.
Compared to before those things arrived?
Before we came here.
Right, Ms. Miyata?
So Mr. Tsurumi, how much food...
Enough for around six months.
Six months.
Humanity's ending soon.
Shall we go outside together then?
What? No way.
Ms. Suenaga,
sorry about the cake.
No. I'm sorry too.
How about having breakfast together tomorrow?
Like a family? You sound like Mr. Matsuoka.
To properly celebrate Miwa's birthday,
and in remembrance of Mr. Hirayama.
Ah, how thoughtful. Right?
A birthday and a remembrance? Weird.
Definitely.
It's settled. Shall we say 9:00 a.m.?
Too early.
Then half past 9:00?
Okay, 10:00 a.m.
Plenty of time to prepare.
I'll help.
-Me too. -Thank you.
Mr. Tsurumi, what time does that song play every morning?
-The song? -Yes.
It plays every morning at 9:00 a.m.
I like that song. I know all the words now.
As the sun rises
It is time to go on a journey
Let us journey together
We will set off for that fabled island
Right now Our souls are
Together as one
Right now We are
Fluttering with the wind
Starting today
We will always be one with nature
Let us escape the cities
Let us journey to a new world
Let us fly to a new world
The sea calls to us
Let us grasp our dreams
Let us build a new home together
Right now Our souls are
Together as one
Okay.
Right now We are
Fluttering with the wind
Starting today
We will always be one with nature
Let us escape the cities
And journey to a new world
Let us fly away To a new world!
Let us journey forth To a new world!
Let us fly away To a new world!
Let us journey forth To a new world!
Let us fly away
To a new world!
Yes!
There he is!
You're late.
Good morning. Sorry I'm late.
You suggested this!
-That looks great on you. -Thanks.
Looks yummy.
-Wow, that looks good. -Really?
-Wow! -Thank you.
-Amazing. -What a feast!
-I love stew like this. -Really?
-I hope it looks tasty. -Yes.
Of course. This is amazing.
-I'll set these up. -Thanks.
-Make sure they're lined up. -Okay.
Thank you for coming.
Mr. Hirayama kept this for a special occasion. Let's drink it.
Ms. Seto. A toast, please.
Yes.
Well... to Miwa.
Happy 50th birthday!
Cheers. Wait, cheers?
Yeah, cheers. Cheers!
Cheers!
-Happy birthday. -Happy birthday.
This is awkward, but it's yummy.
-Shall we sing? -No. I appreciate your thought, though.
Let's eat then.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-I'll serve you, Mr. Tsurumi. -Shall I?
-Would you? -Have some stew.
Yes. Some stew please.
-What's that? -I'm not sure.
-Great to eat together. -Thank you.
-What are you looking forward to? -Huh? What am I looking forward to?
Now that you're 50.
It has nice colors.
-Here you are. -Nothing, at this point.
What's your birthday wish?
My wish? Ka-boom!
Right. Thank you.
Ms. Miyata? Any wishes?
Nope.
Mr. Yamamoto? Any wishes?
Well... I have nothing.
Okay. Ms. Yanagi? Wishes?
No.
And you, Mr. Kunugi?
I want to be prettier!
Me too!
Zero One. This is Zero Two. Ten survivors found inside the building.
Repeat. Survivors in the building.
Ten survivors needing evacuation. Over.
This is Zero One. Roger.
I'm Master Sergeant Haijima of the JSDF.
Is everyone here?
Are there others in the building?
Please follow our orders.
You're okay now. Calmly follow orders to evacuate.
Let's go, everyone. You're safe now.
Stop laughing!
We need to hurry!
Please follow us.
Do not go off on your own.
This way.
This way, please.
This way.
-This way, please. -You're safe now.
This way, please.
This way.
-Quickly evacuate. -This way, everyone.
-This way, please. -Quickly
A helicopter is on standby. Please come this way.
Please move.
This way, please. Move quickly.
Please walk quickly. You're safe now.
I told you!
What are you doing?
Hey, what the hell are you doing?
This way!
Miwa!