In this seemingly normal world, who can see the truth clearly? On the positive and negative sides of the world, who is moving forward silently? He had only taken over a Shentai shop, but he had never imagined that he would enter such a strange world: rituals, whispers, chanting, and calling; charms, incense sticks, paper money, face masks; The sun is still shining, but the sneakiness of the dark side does not stop, this is a story about the "trustworthy".