My company's major client went bankrupt, leaving me desperate and struggling financially. With no other options, I had no choice but to turn to Mr. Umeda for help. He suggested, "Let's go to a party for entrepreneurs," which sounded a bit strange, but I didn't have the luxury to question it. Dragged along by Mr. Umeda, I arrived at the venue, only to find an eerie atmosphere and unsettling sex acts being performed in front of an audience. All the attendees wore masks, seemingly enjoying the spectacle. As I stood there, torn between anxiety and curiosity about who would be chosen next, suddenly a woman who looked strikingly like my wife began having sex right before the crowd.