Alex is burdened by a debt that silently consumes him. Suffocated by the threat of foreclosure on his mother's house, he accepts a desperate escape: participating in an "asset restructuring and stress test" organized by an opaque corporation on a secluded estate.
But there's no room for negotiation. Alex and other debtors are encased in claustrophobic fiberglass shells-grotesque suits that resemble insect exoskeletons-and thrown into a labyrinth of padded corridors and mechanical traps. However, the danger lies not only in the hunt or the snipers lurking in the shadows; the true horror is the air thick with a chemical toxin that gradually shuts down the frontal lobe, destroying the participants' judgment, morality, and empathy.