A spirit locked out of his body has twelve hours to stop an apocalypse triggered by accidentally seeing panties, which means this show is genuinely asking you to take its stupidest premise completely seriously. The tonal whiplash is the point: it swings from absurdist sex comedy to real sci-fi mystery to genuine emotional stakes without apology, and somehow the gear shifts work because the show commits harder each time. You're waiting for it to wink at the camera and admit it's all a joke. It never does. Instead it builds toward something that actually matters, using the dumbest possible setup to earn moments that land like a punch to the chest.
Yuta's commute turns catastrophic when a plane hijacking goes sideways, leaving him separated from his body in a spectral state. Now a ghost haunting his own boarding house, he discovers a cosmic threat: if he doesn't recover a stolen mystical grimoire within seven days, an asteroid will obliterate Earth. The catch is brutal. Every glimpse of his female housemates in compromising situations pushes humanity closer to extinction, amplifying some bizarre supernatural countdown he can't fully explain. Trapped between solid walls and an impossible deadline, Yuta needs help from Meika, a perverted cat spirit, to navigate his supernatural predicament. She's useless and obsessed with the wrong things, but she's all he's got. His only path forward means searching the boarding house room by room without succumbing to temptation, all while his body remains elsewhere and time runs out. What emerges is absurdist chaos where apocalyptic stakes collide with slapstick desperation. Yuta can't touch anything, can't affect the physical world, and desperately needs answers from people who have no idea he exists. It's sci-fi comedy built on absurdity and escalating desperation.