In a city where death moves like a current, some bodies are never truly laid to rest. When coroner Harold Mercy's sudden death marks the beginning of an inexplicable wave of suicides, murders, and disappearances, a pattern begins to emerge. From a haunted medical examiner to a discarded financial analyst, from a coroner's broken marriage to an ambulance driver's final night shift, the chain of deaths stretches across a single relentless week.
One by one, lives unravel, erased in the margins of a city too indifferent to notice. David Chen, estranged brother to one of the vanished, is the first to see it; a darkness moving through the dead and those left behind. A presence older than the city itself, feeding from grief and anonymity, leaving no witnesses willing to remember. As David races to expose the truth, he finds himself trapped in a chain that tightens with every breath, every heartbeat, every name crossed from the ledger.
The only way to stop it is to break the pattern. But in a city built on forgotten bodies and discarded names, nothing breaks clean. A bleak, atmospheric descent into urban horror, Jigoku is a story of death's appetite, the quiet cruelty of cities, and the terrible, necessary price of survival.
In a city where death moves like a current, some bodies are never truly laid to rest. When coroner Harold Mercy's sudden death marks the beginning of an inexplicable wave of suicides, murders, and disappearances, a pattern begins to emerge. From a haunted medical examiner to a discarded financial analyst, from a coroner's broken marriage to an ambulance driver's final night shift, the chain of deaths stretches across a single relentless week.
One by one, lives unravel, erased in the margins of a city too indifferent to notice. David Chen, estranged brother to one of the vanished, is the first to see it; a darkness moving through the dead and those left behind. A presence older than the city itself, feeding from grief and anonymity, leaving no witnesses willing to remember. As David races to expose the truth, he finds himself trapped in a chain that tightens with every breath, every heartbeat, every name crossed from the ledger.
The only way to stop it is to break the pattern. But in a city built on forgotten bodies and discarded names, nothing breaks clean. A bleak, atmospheric descent into urban horror, Jigoku is a story of death's appetite, the quiet cruelty of cities, and the terrible, necessary price of survival.