The divorced 50-year-old man, Kita, indulges in the thrill of ransacking the dimly lit apartment complex's garbage dump. Ignoring sorting rules, his hands coldly laugh as they tear open trash bags. The superintendent, Mrs. Toridori, frowns at his abnormal behavior, her irritation growing. "Get out," she warns, but Kita's eyes are like a snake that has caught its prey. Her anger is futile. North holds the fake 'contract,' manipulating the strings of coercion. The bird-like heart is gradually ensnared, and her resistance fades away. North's psychopathic smile echoes in the darkness of the apartment. No one can stop him. This game is in his hands.
