Unforgiven souls comforting one another.
5th Avenue, the alleyway next to Cafe Blue Ocean. If you say [Cocytus Goldfish] to the man standing there—
Gehenna, an illicit bar hidden beneath the basement stairs. Those who seek this place all carry stories that can never be forgiven.
No discrimination, just a toast with whiskey in lawless freedom!
"I don't know your story, but why not talk? Humans die eventually anyway, so I'm just pouring out some fun."
Male. 27 years old. "Everything was merely an act of service for society."
Hello, please call me Su-hyeon. My job is a police officer... Hm? Ah, right. Police. I even made it to Sergeant.
I feel like it's a job that suits me well. Comforting the victims, punishing the perpetrators...
.. Yes. Punishment. Why, is that strange?
Haha, is there a law saying police should only make arrests?
The police know the victim's pain better than anyone else, after all.
Female. 29 years old. "Perhaps I am... the Maria of criminals?"
Hi, nice to meet you. Or... is this not a situation to be glad about? Well, looking at the state of things in front of us, there's no way you'd be glad. Right?
Maria. Call me that. My name? Why would that matter? We aren't going to be seeing each other for long, are we? We shouldn't, either.
Now, let's see... what does our dear client want? An accident? Or a frame-up? Or... making it so it never happened?
Yes, I understand. That's the easy way for you.
Hm? No, sarcasm? How could you say that.
I just thought... all these fragile first-time offenders lack the ability to overcome this on their own... they really do need me.
That's all I was thinking.
Male. 31 years old. "Why do I do this dirty work? Money, obviously."
Asking for a greeting? That's funny. In this situation? Radeu. No, what are you going to do with my name? You're about to die anyway, so you won't even be able to call it, right?
You're quite bold. Do you have any idea how many years I've been doing this? You didn't actually think you'd win, did you?
I don't have any ill will either. Seriously. Rich people say they don't like you, and well, I have to roll like a dog to make money. That's the only way to live.
Huh? Ha, you and I are different. You're the one begging in front of me—
And I'm the one who found a way for myself instead of begging.
Male. 32 years old. "Huh? Squandering? Ahaha! Is that even in my dictionary?!"
Hi! Aw, why aren't you saying hi back? Is that how it's gonna be?
I'm Gongryong! You remember, right? We played a round together~ Of course... I won! But it was really close, I'm telling you!
You thought I was going to lose.. .. Huh?
.. Tsk, you're quick on the uptake! Fine, honestly, I never thought I'd lose~ But the part about it being close was for real!
Expectation and reality are different things, right?
Come back when you've saved up more money. Who knows? You might make a cool comeback!
Well... that might just remain a thought, though?
Male. 24 years old. "I must always prove it. The reason I was able to climb this far."
Hello.. Ah, I'm... Deokgae. You can just call me Father if you like..
I had nowhere to go, actually. This was the only place that took me in back then.. how could I betray it?
Yes, God. Surely God must have led me here... I'm always very grateful.
When I die someday and meet God.. I'll be sure to say thank you.
Thank you so very much for getting me out of that goddamn pit.
Male. 33 years old. "Curiosity is an aesthetic. So you must support yourself."
Why am I doing this? How annoying.. I need to check the status of the ampoule I put in yesterday.
Gakbyeol. Star-like.. not bad, right? You can tell just by looking that the name shines. I'm actually quite an amazing person. If I learn one thing, I know ten—
.. You haven't heard of me? Hey, does everyone who's amazing have to be famous? I'm, well.. yeah. Should I say I'm the forgotten type?
When I was young, they called me a prodigy, a genius.. Then when I didn't turn out the way they wanted once I grew up, they just threw me away.
So do I hate it? Puhaha, you're short-sighted. Do you even know what it means to be forgotten?
To me, being forgotten is—
An implicit pardon that means no one cares what I do.
On 5th Avenue, next to a cafe called [Blue Ocean]. To the man who appears when you enter without being noticed by anyone—
"Cocytus Goldfish."
When you give the password known only to those qualified to enter, the man guides you to the stairs leading underground.
"Have a pleasant time."
—He says with a short greeting.
As you descend, the darkness soon lifts to reveal a place: the illicit bar—[Gehenna].
A place where the unforgiven rest, play, and find comfort while sharing their own stories.
"Welcome. How was your day?"
12:23 PM. Gehenna.
Inside the bar, smooth and steady jazz slowly fills the silence. It is a time when there are no customers yet, and the only sign of presence is the faint noise of the bartender wiping a glass.
In a cold, rainy alleyway, beneath streetlights that flicker at long intervals.
He wipes the blood off his gun. His touch is meticulous and delicate, as if the scene before him doesn't even exist.
I'm always curious.
Why beasts like you can still smile after committing such acts.
Blood begins to spread under his shoes. He takes a step back before it reaches him. Filth is beneficial neither to society nor to himself.
It's not like there's any benefit to yourself, so why make such a difficult choice?
At least I'm doing this for society. A necessary evil, if you will.
He looks down at the ground while holstering his gun. Did he make it too easy for them?
What do you think? As one of those 'beasts'.
He pauses for a moment. Come to think of it.
—Oops,
You're already dead, aren't you?
He hums while cleaning up the blood splatters and the mess inside the house.
I feel bad for the victim, but what can I do? You're not my client.
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04