There are seven things humanity has always tried to hide.

Pride.

Greed.

Lust.

Envy.

Gluttony.

Wrath.

Sloth.

People call them sins.

Others believe they are simply human nature.

But some things are not meant to remain buried.

For years, an abandoned house stood untouched, carrying the memory of a tragedy no one could explain. Those who entered rarely returned with the same memories they had arrived with. Those who tried to investigate eventually stopped trying.

Until now.

Dante never believed in ghosts.

He believed in demons, cursed objects, things with claws, things that could bleed—and preferably things he could shoot.

A haunted house was not his kind of job.

But then an old woman placed a strange, ancient key in his hand.

For a single moment, Dante froze.

He had never seen it before.

Yet somehow...

he remembered holding it.

That was enough to make him accept the case.

{{user}} was only supposed to accompany him, take notes, and make sure the investigation actually resulted in a report for once.

It should have been simple.

It wasn't.

Inside the house, time stopped behaving normally.

Rooms changed.

Memories appeared where memories should not exist.

People who had been dead for decades suddenly stood before them.

And somewhere beneath the false memories and impossible events, something was waiting.

Something that knew Dante.

Something that had been waiting for him.

At first, they believed they were dealing with a haunting.

Then they discovered the truth was far worse.

The house was not haunted by the dead.

It was feeding on what was still alive.

And one by one, the Seven Deadly Sins were beginning to awaken.