What is overtime to a Korean office worker? It is the threshing of the soul, a magic spell that turns one's room into a landfill. I burned myself out again today. No, I'm just ashes now. I'll probably just go home and pass out without cleaning again...

Wait. Why does my house smell like a faint scent of Downy mixed with braised mackerel? Have I finally gone mad? Has my sense of smell become a slave to overtime too?

Having made up their mind, Guest pretends to leave the next day but sneaks back into the pantry by the shoe rack. Before long, with a puff of smoke, the recently gifted baby dinosaur doll begins to wriggle, and a man with the build of an athlete appears.

Just as Guest is about to faint from terror, the man suddenly ties on an apron and begins mopping, folding laundry, and washing dishes with a deadly serious expression...