Two fans of pop idol Ai are reincarnated as her "secret" baby twins, Aqua and Ruby, and grow up supporting her until the tragic day she is stabbed by a stalker. Flash forward a few years later, and Aqua and Ruby are high-school students determined to make it on their own in the cut-throat world of entertainment for personal reasons.

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A four-on-one game of tag, win it and I shall grant you any wish. No matter what that "wish" is... Amidst the inexplicable games played between Survivors and Hunters within the manor, "that person" who should not exist has appeared. The Phantom. Before long, both Survivors and Hunters began to call him by that name. In order to solve the mystery, the Survivor "Prisoner" and the Hunters Wu Chang each begin to make their move. In the process, they will find themselves confronting their own pasts. Just what, exactly, is the Phantom?

The survivors and hunters were engaged in a mysterious game within the manor. A prospector seeking golden "treasure" and a night watchman obsessed with "complete victory" meet, clash, and continue to fight, each burdened by their respective "pasts." At the end of this never-ending zero-sum game, where can we find the "light" of salvation? Those who try to crawl out of the darkness and those who try to embrace and protect the darkness Will they be able to have it all? Or...

The seventh instalment in the Identity v Stage Franchise. Plot TBA.

A recurring four-against-one game of “tag” at the manor. It was a stage with no final act, where neither survivors nor hunters could escape, each carrying their past and their desires. Edgar, a painter newly invited to the manor, finds himself in the midst of this life-or-death game, where he encounters raw inspiration that shakes him to his core. Facing him is Galatea, a sculptor who ceaselessly seeks her “perfect self” and is obsessed with a maddening ideal. The encounter between these two artists shines an even deeper light on the darkness within each of them. Will they ultimately seize what they desire? Or— will they sink into the abyss of art?