Now the tone: this show is provocative and deliberately off-kilter. The energy should match that, not polished, not apologetic. The joke is that these nine boys think they're running a legitimate science club. Comedy and kidnapping share the same scene. The show never winks at you, never tries to make the horror palatable or the comedy easier to swallow. You're laughing at something that should horrify you, and the show knows that's the whole point. It's short enough to commit the bit before you can talk yourself out of it. The joke is that these nine boys think they're running a legitimate science club, not a crime scene. Comedy and kidnapping share the same scene without apology. The show never winks at you, never tries to make the horror palatable or the comedy easier to swallow. You're laughing at something that should horrify you, and the show knows that's the whole point. It's short enough to commit the bit before you can talk yourself out of it. Built for people who want to feel something other than safe.
Nine misfit boys run their own secret club in an abandoned building, bound together by obsession and shared delusion. They've built Litchi, an artificial intelligence housed in a grotesque mechanical body, treating their creation like a deity. Their leader Zera commands absolute loyalty, and the group's grip on reality grows increasingly fragile as they orbit around him. Then Kanon arrives, a girl they've taken from the outside world. Her presence triggers a cascade of psychological fractures within the group's carefully constructed hierarchy. What started as adolescent fantasy spirals into something far darker, where the line between love, worship, and cruelty blurs beyond recognition. This is comedy wrapped in genuine dread. Moments of absurdist humor collide with scenes that make your skin crawl. The tone shifts constantly, keeping you off-balance as the show examines obsession, isolation, and the dangerous allure of belonging to something twisted. It's disorienting by design, building toward an ending that forces you to reckon with what you've been watching.