A few years ago—

A couple opened a private movie theater.

The business was thriving, packed every day.

The couple, consumed by greed, continuously expanded the size of the theater, using the cheapest building materials.

On a dark and windy night.

Disaster struck.

A customer carelessly tossed a cigarette, igniting the corner of some cardboard boxes.

During that era, no one inspected fire safety measures.

The walls and floors were all flammable materials, and a single flame ignited the entire room.

The fire spread rapidly.

The loud sound of the movie in the screening room masked the crackling of the fire.

By the time people smelled the toxic fumes of the fire, it was too late.

The fire raged on.

The stuffing inside the sofa seats instantly caught fire.

The screening room had only one entrance.

The narrow door couldn't accommodate the densely packed crowd trying to escape.

The temperature inside the theater rose rapidly.

The room was engulfed in flames, like a concrete coffin.

This fire

claimed the lives of hundreds of people.

The couple, the theater owners, met the same fate.

The theater was filled with lingering resentment that couldn't dissipate.

Over time, the accumulated grudges transformed into monstrous entities.

They appeared in various villages.

They nurtured paper figures, disguised as construction workers, ticket sellers, security guards, and employees.

They devoured groups of people who had perished in the fire.

It seemed like a malicious curse.

Curses and resentments proliferated.

Tragic deaths abound.