The young man stood in the shadows, watching the house. It was a large, imposing mansion, and he knew that the people inside were the ones who had framed him.

He had been planning this moment for a long time. He had been training, he had been gathering information, and he had been waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Now, the time had come.

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows. He walked up to the house and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and a man stood there. He was tall and muscular, and he looked like he could easily take the young man in a fight.

"Can I help you?" the man asked.

"I'm here to see Mr. Smith," the young man said.

"Mr. Smith is not available," the man said.

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"I'm sure he will see me," the young man said. "Tell him that it's about the deal."

The man hesitated for a moment, and then he nodded. "I'll see if he's available," he said.

The man closed the door, and the young man waited. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and the man stepped out.

"Mr. Smith will see you," he said.

The young man followed the man into the house. He was led down a long hallway and into a large study.

Mr. Smith was sitting behind a desk. He was a middle-aged man, with a bald head and a stern expression.

"What is this about?" Mr. Smith asked.

"I'm here to get my revenge," the young man said.

Mr. Smith's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"You know what I'm talking about," the young man said. "You framed me for a crime I didn't commit, and you sent me to prison."

"That's not true," Mr. Smith said. "I had nothing to do with that."

"Don't lie to me," the young man said. "I know you did it."

"I didn't do anything," Mr. Smith said. "I swear."

"Then why did I get framed?" the young man asked. "Why did I go to prison for something I didn't do?"

Mr. Smith didn't answer. He just stared at the young man, his eyes full of fear.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you did," the young man said. "I'm going to make you suffer."

The young man reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He pointed the knife at Mr. Smith.

"Get out of my way," the young man said.

Mr. Smith didn't move. He just stood there, frozen in fear.

The young man took a step forward. "I said, get out of my way!"

Mr. Smith finally moved. He stepped aside, and the young man walked past him.

The young man walked out of the study and into the hallway. He could hear Mr. Smith's voice behind him, but he didn't turn around.

He walked out of the house and into the night. He knew that he had just taken the first step on his journey of revenge.