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Deadline in two days? 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhhnoh7Go9e
The office descends into madness——blood, betrayal, and toxic love. No one is spared.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFMhi1JTnU
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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—— 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0vUTuDy8MQ
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOMMl7J3Yjn
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.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrKqpuGI2Kc
“Explosive enough for you?”
“People today have seen it all. Incest? 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK5MdTUKJHo
That’s barely a bump in the road.”
The screenwriter’s tone was as casual as reading out a dinner special. 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEJLI3AuCl6
"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.” 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYsBj7GuEDO
"There needs to be love——and a tragic misunderstanding."
...The director looked up.
He’d been checking studio rental times—— 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb5WPpouRbK
only to look up and realize the conversation had left him behind entirely.
“W–wait, hold on,”
he tried to cut in—— 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMzFIj5MKU5
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.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe322iE0nk1
The art lead’s eyes were practically glowing.
“We need a police car, a bar, blood packs, sealing talismans, and a lighter!” 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVr0gpG6Q5g
“A real one. The kind that explodes.”
The manager was already on page three of their notes.
“Remember——they have to be in love.” 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpok2cyL8AN
Start off hating each other, fall in love painfully in the middle, and then…”
He trailed off—— 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvAjSuchbLi
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 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7QQTPtqnaj
burned themselves alive—— 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUZvXbJ77mc
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, 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxqpzIYAnXs
he pulled out his phone.
The screen lit up: a photo by the sea. 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeLCXgAv5cs
A rabbit leaned against a man, the sunlight glinting off her ears—— 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmbgjwNI1LM
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—— 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0wgm34ukUR
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. 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsVFDIn7XQC
No one wrote an outline.
It simply happened, like an earthquake.
Born from a creative space crushed by impossible deadlines. 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVynnjS1DMC
Born from a reality where “no” was never an option. 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7mmZ9L9zoD
Born from grief over a lost OTP, 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkUkK2g3l1G
and the despair of starting something new.
One word says it all——Guiltbound.
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