The premise snaps into place immediately: six strangers brainwashed into family, broadcast to the world without knowing it, trapped in a reality show that became real before they understood it was fake. Animation that moves like fever dream and sound design that makes mundane moments feel like surveillance creates a constant low-level dread underneath the absurdist comedy. A clogged toilet breaks the whole apparatus open, and what emerges isn't resolution but the collision between what they were forced to become and who they actually are, rendered in visuals too strange and specific to forget.
Six strangers wake up together with false memories binding them as family. They don't know why they're here or how they got here. What they don't know is worse: every moment of their confusion, their arguments, their attempts at connection are being broadcast worldwide. Someone is watching. Everyone is watching. The show becomes a phenomenon. Ratings skyrocket as audiences tune in to watch these manufactured people navigate manufactured domesticity. But when a simple plumbing disaster leads to an escape, the illusion shatters. The six scatter into the real world, finally free, finally awake to the truth. The broadcasters panic. Their goldmine just ran off. They send teams to hunt down each member, determined to drag them back to captivity and camera range. The family is hunted not out of cruelty alone, but because stopping the show means losing everything. A dark comedy about consent and spectacle unfolds as six bewildered people realize that being found by the world means being trapped by it.