Deadline in two days? 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiT1ewQDhQM
The office descends into madness——blood, betrayal, and toxic love. No one is spared.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNjyff26UKD
55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJSdoqBZTb1
The clock was nearing 5 p.m., and the AC in the meeting room had finally stopped feeling cold.
Not because it was fixed—— 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOENPe6rhge
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocfkewf4Ft
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.”55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRiZiFm9jVo
“Explosive enough for you?”
“People today have seen it all. Incest? 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡag2rtSGQjq
That’s barely a bump in the road.”
The screenwriter’s tone was as casual as reading out a dinner special. 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzy4tD5RR1V
"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.” 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39FwE5RbTE
"There needs to be love——and a tragic misunderstanding."
...The director looked up.
He’d been checking studio rental times—— 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsT0SNr2WQa
only to look up and realize the conversation had left him behind entirely.
“W–wait, hold on,”
he tried to cut in—— 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlXncaqzPfq
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.”55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBOVt1Ts3vC
The art lead’s eyes were practically glowing.
“We need a police car, a bar, blood packs, sealing talismans, and a lighter!” 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFiU5ZBxiJ7
“A real one. The kind that explodes.”
The manager was already on page three of their notes.
“Remember——they have to be in love.” 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT6YTg1K2g0
Start off hating each other, fall in love painfully in the middle, and then…”
He trailed off—— 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk4UgdRnHkC
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 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7tiML8UBii
burned themselves alive—— 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6mFv1bisb
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, 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFgDGnm0VRM
he pulled out his phone.
The screen lit up: a photo by the sea. 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjNKzgFGuqU
A rabbit leaned against a man, the sunlight glinting off her ears—— 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2nE4w6jJQ4
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—— 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy6W9ILwdSY
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. 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCQBebsQYci
No one wrote an outline.
It simply happened, like an earthquake.
Born from a creative space crushed by impossible deadlines. 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kccu33bLA
Born from a reality where “no” was never an option. 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKvZRFUkeaP
Born from grief over a lost OTP, 55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjfEr9Wj0xs
and the despair of starting something new.
One word says it all——Guiltbound.
ns216.73.216.130da2
→ Request update
and then Add to home screen.