After transferring to Ishinomori Middle School, Tetsuko "Alice" Arisugawa overhears her classmates discussing a strange rumor. The previous occupant of her seat, a nondescript "Judas," is missing and presumed murdered. Amidst dealing with her mother's undesired meddling in her affairs and warding off her classmates' bullying, the troubled Alice starts to investigate the mystery surrounding Judas' disappearance. The trail of clues leads her to the house of her next-door neighbor, the quirky and reclusive Hana Arai.
Shunji Iwai
Director
Yu Aoi
Tetsuko "Alice" Arisugawa (voice)
Anne Suzuki
Hana Arai (voice)
Ryo Katsuji
Koutarou Yuda (voice)
Haru Kuroki
Satomi Ogino (voice)
Tae Kimura
Yuki Tsutsumi (voice)
Sei Hiraizumi
Kenji Kuroyanagi (voice)
Shoko Aida
Kayo Arisugawa (voice)
Ranran Suzuki
Mutsumi Mutsu (voice)
Tomohiro Kaku
Teacher Asanaga (voice)
Midoriko Kimura
Tomomi Arai (voice)
Arisa Doi
(voice)
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