Every day you spend in your own home costs money.
You spend your days mining golden stags and farming exotic fruits from all across the globe merely to scrape up enough to fund a month's rent. Each month it only increases, serving solely to ensure none scrounge up the funds to leave.
Those who do leave? They just "go away somewhere".
Come to a secluded island for respite and become a slave to another capitalist society.
When you are gone you will go on hearing the depraved tanooki's siren song, "Yes, yes!" as it bounces against the frayed walls of your tortured soul. There will be no peace tonight.