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Deadline in two days? 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPVzeECZX9
The office descends into madness——blood, betrayal, and toxic love. No one is spared.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKE2gYQxb8z
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The clock was nearing 5 p.m., and the AC in the meeting room had finally stopped feeling cold.
Not because it was fixed—— 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBNq7gW1nog
but because the collective rage had heated the air itself.
“We’re out of time.”
The screenwriter shook out their wrist and snapped a keycap back onto the keyboard—who knows how many times it had popped off from all the pounding.
“Two days. We don’t have time to think.”
“You want drama? You want something viral? Fine——let’s throw in a morally repulsive plotline!”
Before he even finished speaking, the art lead was already sketching.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjUGLMQLWKL
On the paper: a long table, a crowd of people, and a half-smeared family tree.
As they drew, she muttered:
“Father-in-law with father, brother with brother, father with son——everyone gets a round.”8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdL9P0B3bw1
“Explosive enough for you?”
“People today have seen it all. Incest? 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtBPzEOXAPO
That’s barely a bump in the road.”
The screenwriter’s tone was as casual as reading out a dinner special. 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqd8o1l9Bx8
"We need at least one death, right?"
Upon hearing that, the art lead immediately scrapped the long table sketch and started drawing a bathroom scene instead.
“I’ve got enough fake blood. Don’t worry.”
They added a neat label next to the bathtub:
Blood: minimum 5 liters.
The manager stood by the conference table, still trying to use their briefcase as a last line of sanity.
But seeing the others spiral into collective madness, he slowly nodded and added:
“Physical tension and twisted relationships alone won’t cut it.” 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrVSWGS5HBV
"There needs to be love——and a tragic misunderstanding."
...The director looked up.
He’d been checking studio rental times—— 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSk0WLgWxD1
only to look up and realize the conversation had left him behind entirely.
“W–wait, hold on,”
he tried to cut in—— 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ460b0yBMNC
but the screenwriter was already too far gone.
“Okay—two childhood friends. Boom—parents get married. Bam—they’re stepbrothers now!”
“Then patricide! Only to realize the dad wasn’t even his biological father!”
“Feeling the pressure yet?”
“I’ll add a prop list for you.”8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLOFXDkuLbP
The art lead’s eyes were practically glowing.
“We need a police car, a bar, blood packs, sealing talismans, and a lighter!” 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqiRM794KgF
“A real one. The kind that explodes.”
The manager was already on page three of their notes.
“Remember——they have to be in love.” 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgBLw9WneTd
Start off hating each other, fall in love painfully in the middle, and then…”
He trailed off—— 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHFAFaeq7j4
because the boss finally cracked.
“W-wait, hold on, hold on——!”
“You… can you even write something like this?”
His voice trembled like someone who’d just rolled down a mountain.
“We’re a legit company…”
The room collectively decided he didn’t exist.
“Is incest shocking enough?”
“How’s the blood? Enough impact?”
“Is the forbidden love tragic enough?”
The boss had no rebuttal.
He could only stare, helpless, as the creative team he’d carefully nurtured 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4PdCtZp2D3
burned themselves alive—— 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgUwQ2Hh2ea
choking on a white smoke made of artistic brilliance and sheer stress.
He quietly shrank into a corner, small and powerless.
Sliding back into the seat next to the director, 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwu2lQsimpy
he pulled out his phone.
The screen lit up: a photo by the sea. 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8k2TUOGlJw
A rabbit leaned against a man, the sunlight glinting off her ears—— 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAOSuurs14W
like they’d gone to some other universe just to fall in love.
His eyes stung.
And finally, he broke.
“Huuuu… I miss my bunny and golden retriever so much…”
“When are you two coming back…”
Beside him, the director said nothing—— 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb68ILEHuIu
he was too busy un-liking the photo, just in case someone traced it back to him during the meltdown.
And so, as the overworked crew snapped and the boss finally broke down——
a script was born.
No one decided the plot. 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWxr4qRTp4
No one wrote an outline.
It simply happened, like an earthquake.
Born from a creative space crushed by impossible deadlines. 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ032TQtG4Uq
Born from a reality where “no” was never an option. 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZEtY8jWbk0
Born from grief over a lost OTP, 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnXRQ9urr7U
and the despair of starting something new.
One word says it all——Guiltbound.
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