The former CEO and his son, driven by a renewed vengeance, crafted a plan. They would lure Jin-woo into staying at the office late, using a fabricated business emergency, while they visited his home. Their plan was twofold: to defile his honor by seducing the women closest to him — his mother and mother-in-law — and ultimately, to confront him with this insult as a way to humiliate and break him entirely.
But as they crept through Jin-woo's empty home, moving with the arrogance of men who believed they were untouchable, they were startled by a figure emerging from the shadows. It was Jae-Sun, Jin-woo's former friend, who had been equally ruined by the web of misfortunes Jin-woo had carefully spun around him.
"What are you doing here?" the CEO's son demanded, squinting at Jae-Sun with suspicion.
"I could ask you the same," Jae-Sun smirked, his tone venomous. "But I think we're here for the same reason. That bastard Jin-woo took everything from me. My reputation, my relationships… everything."
The two groups locked eyes, realizing that their goals aligned. Together, they could inflict a far deeper wound on Jin-woo than any one of them could manage alone.
The former CEO, thinking quickly, said, "If you want revenge, then you'll follow our lead. Jin-woo won't know what hit him. We'll ruin his life, take everything he has, and leave him with nothing. And after we're done… he won't be around to retaliate."
Jae-Sun's eyes gleamed with a dark promise. "Fine. After you've used his women against him, I want the final blow. I'll make sure he never rises again."
With the plan set, the three men began searching the house, but something felt off. Every room they entered was meticulously clean, without any sign of recent activity. There were no clothes, no personal belongings left behind, as if the occupants had anticipated an intrusion. Frustration mounted as they combed through the house, finding only traces of Jin-woo's meticulous preparations. It was almost as if he had been expecting them.
Realization dawned on them too late. Jin-woo, ever the strategist, had anticipated their every move, even predicting the alliance with Jae-Sun. He had evacuated his family and set up security measures, recording their every step. Cameras hidden in corners and devices tracking their movements left a digital record, compiling an irrefutable case of trespassing and conspiracy.
Just as they were about to leave, phones across the room lit up simultaneously. Each of them received a message, accompanied by a single image: Jin-woo standing outside the office, looking directly into the camera, a faint smile on his lips.
"Did you really think I wouldn't be watching?" the message read.
Panic rippled through the group as they realized the full scope of their failure. Jin-woo had anticipated their every move, leaving them exposed and vulnerable.
The CEO, his son, and Jae-Sun stood frozen in Jin-woo's old home, their phones buzzing in their hands. The message from Jin-woo was short and chilling:
"Welcome to my game. You want my life? Then prove you can survive it. Solve my puzzles, follow my rules, or accept the consequences. Only those who play can hope to leave."
A faint hum sounded from the walls, followed by a series of mechanical clicks. The doors leading outside all locked with a heavy thud, trapping them inside.
Jin-woo's voice crackled through speakers hidden throughout the house, his tone calm yet taunting. "You're in my house now. You always thought I was a fool — someone you could use and discard. Tonight, you'll learn just how wrong you were."
The three men glanced at each other, their bravado quickly replaced by a growing sense of dread. Jae-Sun scowled, pounding his fists against one of the locked doors. "Let us out of here, Jin-woo! This isn't funny!"
Jin-woo chuckled through the speakers. "Oh, it's just beginning, Jae-Sun. If you're so desperate to escape, you'll have to play along. And remember… I'll be watching every move."
The lights dimmed, leaving the house in eerie, flickering shadows. Suddenly, a panel on the wall slid open, revealing a small screen with a flashing countdown timer and a single note written on it:
"You wanted to manipulate my family, break my home. Now, you'll prove how far you'll go to survive. Complete each challenge, or be left to your own fate."
The CEO gritted his teeth, his hands trembling as he approached the screen. He forced himself to read the instructions aloud:
"First And Only Puzzle: Loyalty. Determination. Dedication. Remove your stupid clothes and show your disgusting emabarassing body to each other. Don't be shy CEO. He's your son and you are his father. You should alreday be emabrassed by that. Do eveeything to each other that you were going to do to my family. Ofcourse i would add twists and all or else the door won't be unlocked. That's all easy."
They looked at each other, a newfound tension settling over them. It was the CEO who broke the silence, his voice tight with frustration. "This is absurd. We don't have to play along. We can break our way out."
Jae-Sun shook his head, glancing around warily. "Did you hear those locks? He's planned this. We might not have a choice…"
The CEO's son clenched his jaw, glaring at the screen. "Fine. Let's figure this out, then."
As they argued, Jin-woo's voice echoed through the room again. "Time's ticking, gentlemen. If you can't make a choice, the house will make one for you."
With each passing second, the men's bravado crumbled further. The CEO, feeling his control slip away, realized they had underestimated Jin-woo's cunning on every level. This wasn't just a game; it was Jin-woo's revenge, orchestrated meticulously to make them face their own desperation and ruthlessness.
And somewhere in the distance, Jin-woo watched, satisfied that they were finally caught in the web they had once tried to weave around him.
The room's temperature began to rise, the air thickening with an unbearable heat that seemed to press down on every inch of the CEO, his son, and Jae-Sun. Jin-woo's voice crackled through the speakers, chilling despite the growing heat:
"You wanted to tear apart my family, use them for your own pleasure. Now, the only way you get out is by following my instructions… to the letter. A little taste of what you planned for my life."
They exchanged uneasy glances, each man's face a mask of defiance that was slowly cracking under the heat. Sweat dripped down their foreheads as the temperature climbed, until breathing itself felt laborious. The stifling air seemed to crush any resistance.
At first, they refused, scoffing at the idea that they could be pushed to such extremes. But as the minutes dragged on and Jin-woo's sadistic patience showed no sign of wavering, their defiance began to wane. Every inch of them felt scorched by the relentless heat, and desperation took root.
Jae-Sun broke the silence, his voice barely a whisper. "What… what if we just do it? We'll get out of here and find him. Get back at him."
The CEO looked at him, his face contorted with humiliation and frustration, but he nodded slowly, realizing that Jin-woo had trapped them beyond escape. With no other options, they resolved to survive the ordeal, casting aside the last shreds of pride and dignity they had clung to.
Jin-woo's laughter echoed through the speakers, a dark, triumphant sound. He had dismantled their arrogance, stripping them down to nothing but desperation.
As the oppressive heat continued, the three men reached a breaking point where even their pride and honor felt insignificant. The room pulsed with Jin-woo's presence, his voice coming through the speakers like an invisible puppeteer, orchestrating every degrading demand with cold precision.
With every order, they felt their last vestiges of dignity erode, leaving only resentment and shame. It was a brutal, calculated revenge, forcing them into the very powerlessness they had once sought to inflict on him. And Jin-woo watched it all, knowing that this moment marked the ultimate collapse of their arrogance.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the speakers crackled one last time. "You've done well, gentlemen," Jin-woo's voice taunted. "Perhaps now you'll understand what it means to be used and discarded."
Then, the temperature fell as abruptly as it had risen, and the locks on the doors clicked open. Jin-woo had made his point, stripping away their pretenses, leaving them humiliated and broken.
Just as the CEO, his son, and Jae-Sun struggled to comprehend their next move in Jin-woo's twisted game, a sudden click echoed through the room as the front door unlocked. The men froze, their eyes darting toward the entrance, uncertain of what to expect.
The door swung open, and a delivery man, oblivious to the tense atmosphere, stepped inside holding a package. He looked around in confusion, noticing the sweat-soaked, panicked faces of the men before him. But before he could process the bizarre scene, the door locked shut behind him with a loud, final thud.
Jin-woo's voice came over the speakers once again, his tone laced with cold amusement. "Ah, it seems we have a new player in our little game. Gentlemen, if you want any chance of escaping, you'll do exactly as I say. And that means you'll welcome our guest with the same... 'enthusiasm' you showed for each other."
The men looked at each other, horrified, realizing what Jin-woo was implying. They understood now that Jin-woo was no longer just targeting their pride — he wanted to strip away every ounce of humanity they clung to, forcing them to enact the same ruthless cruelty they had once sought to impose on him.
Desperate to comply and driven by the relentless heat and psychological torment, they turned toward the delivery man, who backed away in horror. The room pulsed with the weight of their shame and helplessness, and under Jin-woo's watchful eye, they found themselves spiraling deeper into the twisted, degrading game he had orchestrated.
After a long brutal torture of the delivery guy. The three of them rewched to exhaustaion. As the door swung open once again, the CEO, his son, and Jae-Sun looked up, only to find Jin-woo standing there, an axe gripped tightly in his hand with gloves. His calm, calculating gaze held none of the warmth they once mistook for weakness. There was only a chilling satisfaction, as though he had been waiting for this moment all along.
Before they could react, Jin-woo strode forward, raising the axe with a precision born from cold determination. With a swift, brutal swing, he brought it down on Jae-Sun's hand, the sickening crunch filling the room. Jae-Sun's scream echoed, and the CEO and his son backed away in horror, only to find themselves trapped.
Jin-woo turned his steely gaze on them next, and they knew that he was far from finished. He beat them relentlessly, methodically delivering blow after blow, each one a lesson in pain, a reminder of the humiliation and betrayal they had sought to impose on him.
"You thought you could destroy my life, shatter my family, and I'd just stand by?" Jin-woo's voice was low, lethal. "Now you get to feel everything you put me through — and more."
Hours felt like seconds as Jin-woo unleashed every ounce of his fury, a final, brutal reckoning that would leave them with scars to remember him by. When he finally stepped back, his face was calm, as though he had merely completed a necessary task. Leaving them broken, bleeding, and stripped of every last shred of power, Jin-woo turned and walked out, closing the door on their suffering.
After leaving the CEO, his son, and Jae-Sun shattered and defeated, Jin-woo felt a quiet satisfaction settle over him. But just as he reached the door to leave, he paused, a faint smile playing at his lips. With a casual innocence, he turned back toward the room.
"Oh, I nearly forgot," he said, his voice light. "One last detail."
The three men barely looked up, too exhausted and broken to register what he was saying, but the delivery man—terrified and still in shock from witnessing the nightmarish ordeal—backed against the wall, eyes wide with fear.
"W-Why are you doing this to me?" the delivery man stammered, voice cracking.
Jin-woo's face was light up with an innocent smile, "What are you saying? I haven't done anything to you yet . That's why I came again. It was not me but then who farted and shit on you. And also pissed and shut on your chicken and made you eat it. But in return you also got laid. And to three young men at that. Believe everything they did to you they did it among themselves.Exactly and precisely like that therefore don't be embarassed."
"W-W-What did I do to you?" The delivery guy with broken teeths blood and sperm coming out of his mouth said while crying.
Jin-woo's face darkened, all traces of his polite demeanor vanishing. "You tried. You try to have your worm way with my family. And for that try the least you could do is die."
The delivery guy face horrified, "It's you. Your voice. It's alwasy haunted me ever since."
Jin-woo laughed Z "If you remembered me. You shouldn't have come here again. What just because you haven't done anything means you are innocent. I told you that you tried and still had nerve to try to make a delivery again."
"I-I-I just wanted at the Very least see the face of the o-owner"
Jin-Woo smiled again but sinisterly this time.
"You wish been granted you have seen the face of owner And you have laid him too. I have named this house after that fat CEO you know his body more than I Do. And now you get to know my pain. Don't worry before you die you will suffer. I promise."
Before the delivery man could react, Jin-woo stepped forward, fists clenche . With ruthless efficiency, he unleashed a wave of brutal blows, each one calculated and merciless with gloves it was even way more painful for the delivery guy got blows to the face, ignoring the cries and pleas for mercy. Blood splattered against the walls as Jin-woo continued, his movements cold and controlled.
He didn't stop until the delivery man lay motionless, his body battered beyond recognition. Jin-woo straightened, brushing off his clothes as though he had just finished a casual task. Without a backward glance at the remains of his victims, he turned to the other men, their horror-stricken faces watching him, paralyzed.
"Let this be a lesson," Jin-woo said calmly. "No one touches my family."
And with that, he smiled again. " Now that you four have laid each other. You don't need your manhood." Jin-woo picked up axe with an innocent smile. "Don't worry I will make sure do it in a way you won't diem Quick and easy precisely."
After Jin woo cut alk four of thier manhood he walked away, leaving the survivors with the haunting reminder of the consequences of their actions and the chilling knowledge that they had underestimated him—gravely.
Jin-woo stood amidst the chaos, his presence commanding and chilling as he surveyed the wreckage of the men before him. Their once formidable demeanor had crumbled into desperation, fear etched across their faces. The heat of their impending doom was palpable, yet Jin-woo felt a strange sense of calm.
With an almost serene smile, he gestured around the room. "You see, this place is about to light up in flames," he said, his tone deceptively casual. "I think it's only fitting that you burn first. After all, mercy isn't something I plan to extend to you."
One of the men, a last flicker of defiance in his eyes, spat, "You won't get away with this! You think you can just kill us and walk free?"
Jin-woo chuckled softly. "Oh, but I already have." He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've fabricated an entire video and audio recording of your little conversations in this room. All the threats, the plotting—it's all documented. And trust me, the police won't need to investigate for long. They'll have all the proof they need."
The CEO, growing frantic, tried to regain some semblance of control. "They'll see it's fake! You can't just—"
But Jin-woo interrupted, a cold smile gracing his lips. "You see, you're not special enough for anyone to question the evidence. You're just another group of losers, lost in your own arrogance."
As the realization of their helplessness sank in, Jin-woo flicked a switch on the wall. The room began to glow ominously, flames igniting in various corners as they rapidly spread. The fiery light illuminated the terror in their eyes, the heat turning oppressive.
"Goodbye, gentlemen," he said, his voice smooth and steady as he turned on his heel. "Enjoy the warmth. This time of an actual fire and not your disgusting bodies."
With that, he walked away from the inferno, the flames licking at the walls as they engulfed the room. The screams of the men faded into the crackling of fire as the structure began to collapse around them. The explosion rocked the ground, a violent testament to Jin-woo's wrath, sending debris and the remains of their lives scattering into the night.
As he stepped outside, the sky lit up with the glow of the blaze behind him, a fitting end to the monsters who had dared to threaten his family. Jin-woo felt a sense of closure wash over him; he was free of the shackles of their cruelty, a dark chapter in his life closing forever as he walked away from the flames of retribution.
It was over — and he had won.