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Its the Obon holiday The city has forgotten the hustle and bustle of everyday life and only the cicadas echo in the streets The men in yellow helmets Kagawa and his senior Saito arrive Were the only ones working now arent we The conversation between the two parttimers at the gardeners shop is always in a deadlock But no matter how much they curse each other they cant be separated forever Because he is a groundbound spirit They have no choice but to live alone in the city In the treetop of a big tree Kagawas arm dripping with fresh blood sways in the wind In an empty landscape that could be anywhere in Japan the sad emptiness of people whose existence has been forgotten hangs in the air Neither horror nor comedy this is a new genre of splatter labour movie