Korean Elevator Game Novels & Stories

The game horn sounded before either of us could say anything else. The screen was updated: “Game eight. Paired bridge. Report To Gate C” We reported to Gate C. The room beyond it opened onto a platform overlooking a drop of sixty feet. At the bottom, concrete. In the middle, a bridge. Glass panels suspended on a steel frame spanning the full sixty-foot width of the drop. The panels were numbered on the underside. Visible from above, and not from below. A guard read the rules from a card without expression. Thirty panels... Cross together. The system removes panels at random intervals. You cannot know which panel is next. If you are on a panel when it is removed, you fall. Both players must r

Te security guard at the entrance halted him, “Please stop. You can't go in without an ID.” Darren glared at him and growled, “Get the fuck out of my way!” Kenny steps forward to stop the security guard. Within the blink of an eye, Darren arrived at the elevator. There were two rows of elevators in total, and there were five elevators in each row. However, strangely enough, the innermost elevator on the left side was not lit. Darren pressed her hair against the elevator door, and she heard someone shouting for help. ‘Is that Charlotte? It must be!”

Around this character Death, wanton violence is the norm like in an episode of Tom and Jerry, but the pranks are much too real and brutal to be funny. Like the world’s most cruel punch line, it turns out there’s actually a panel of buttons to control the elevator and that’s where Death now proceeds to input a secret code. Everything starts shaking and – before I can crunch my stomach right where it is – the elevator drops like a boulder. I can’t tell just by looking at Death though. No matter how fast we’re falling, the Grim Reaper stands as erect and elegant as a general in the bombed frontlines, his back still turned to me. We slide past more torture floors and reach the basement, but stil

"Please enter, Boss." The door flew open. Joonjae stepped into the house. The place was empty. There was not a soul inside the house and no furniture in it. There was only a large bookshelf, leaning against the wall of the living room. Joonjae strode over to the bookshelf and gently nudged it. The bookshelf slid open to reveal a secret elevator behind it. Pushing the button to go down, Joonjae stepped into the lift. It took him all the way to a secret facility underneath the building. The decor of the facility was vastly different from the one above.The underground basement was posh. The walls were fully white but were covered with high tech monitors which showed different public areas of th

Young-Jae huffed proudly and folded the list neatly before stuffing it into his pocket. The elevator came to a halt on the seventh floor and his heart pumped loudly in his chest. He bit his lip to stop smiling and stopped right in front of the black door that read 'Choi Minjae, C.E.O', in golden font. He took in a deep breath and knocked at the door in a pattern of three.

The elevator was a cage of ornate iron, hanging by massive chains that disappeared into the darkness above. Kaelen stepped toward the control panel. He pressed his bleeding palm against a smooth obsidian plate. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a low hum vibrated through the floor. The obsidian plate began to glow with a deep, pulsing violet light. The blood on Kaelen’s hand was absorbed into the stone, and with a groan of ancient gears, the elevator began to rise.

"Is everyone clear on the plan?" Nods. Agreement. Determination. "Then let's end this." They entered. Han worked his magic—cameras froze, elevators overrode, security protocols bypassed. Twelve minutes of ghost status. The penthouse elevator rose smoothly. Silently. Each floor a countdown to confrontation. "He knows we're coming," Luna said. "Has to know. This is too easy." "Agreed. Stay alert. Trust nothing." The elevator opened directly into the penthouse. Vast. Empty. Windows overlooking Seoul like a predator surveying territory.

Jomin led me to a gold-plated elevator with the letters 'EJ' engraved on the door. EJ? Eavon June? I thought to myself. His name sounds familiar... Jomin pressed a button, and the elevator arrived in a second. The doors opened to reveal a uniformed elevator attendant sitting on a stool. The attendant smiled and greeted us warmly. The inside of the elevator was stunning, with reflective walls that mirrored everything, and a luxurious scent filled the air. I noticed the buttons the attendant was pressing—most were for the different floors, but the very top one had a single letter: P.

Seungkwan begged in low tone. “H-He is right,” Hoshi agreed. Dokyeom nodded. Seeing the three clasped their hands, as if they are praying, Junhui rolled his eyes and said, “Okay. Come in.” With smiles, they went it. But before the the elevator shut, someone put her hand between the closing door. “Wait!” Wing a clang, the elevator opened again. Black long hair, rounded cheerful eyes, tiny sharp nose and plumped red lips, they all gasped when they recognized the woman in front of the elevator. Sharing the same bewilderment, Celine puffed, "Oh?"

My fingers were shaking as I typed in the code that Trei had given me. R-B-1-6-5 I was hoping that nothing would happen and an error would flash on the screen so I can come back and enjoy my day with Skyr and Byron. Unfortunately, a green light flashed upon confirming the code and the elevator door closed. Trei, whatever you want to show me better be worth the risk.