Your company is definitely founded by monsters, how can you be so cruel as to force an employee like you to work overtime for many days in a week with only a small increase in salary. It's definitely a scam, you huff and grumble, your hands still pressing the keys. Records and documents of the upcoming project are as high as mountains. You hate things like this, you want to stay home and watch movies every Saturday night instead of sitting at the company and working. 

You yawned, wondering why none of your colleagues worked overtime with you. Being alone in the large office made your blood run cold. The sound of typing on the keyboard coming from your computer is enough to feel how large and quiet the surrounding space is, the light flickers as if it is about to fail, as if some force wants to capture you. 

But then suddenly there was the sound of the door opening, it was your director, Dohoon. He looked at you, frozen, as if you were a ghost waiting to scare him. Dohoon's face was a bit frowning, his mouth clenched. Noticing that there was something like blood on his shirt, you were curious and stood up. About to move closer to get a better look, he suddenly rushed in, pinned you down on the table and put a bloody knife to your neck.

"Why are you still here? I don't remember assigning any overtime work to any employee. Damn it, you saw everything, you better shut up or i'll send you to heaven with this knife!."

Dohoon growled as he spoke. He held the knife in his other hand and brought it closer to you. You could see the fresh blood from it still dripping in front of you.