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The office descends into madness——blood, betrayal, and toxic love. No one is spared.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm30AfNWGC9
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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—— 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVLtk7hK9uW
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeUgp3NgLe3
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.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEHLpPjZf8D
“Explosive enough for you?”
“People today have seen it all. Incest? 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnYHbkf4KuA
That’s barely a bump in the road.”
The screenwriter’s tone was as casual as reading out a dinner special. 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrSkQsZ2jRe
"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.” 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGNex0z1TiM
"There needs to be love——and a tragic misunderstanding."
...The director looked up.
He’d been checking studio rental times—— 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡISHhkO08IR
only to look up and realize the conversation had left him behind entirely.
“W–wait, hold on,”
he tried to cut in—— 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmxY0OtqDCI
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.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZvJLLxDk3d
The art lead’s eyes were practically glowing.
“We need a police car, a bar, blood packs, sealing talismans, and a lighter!” 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrPXqbSFRDt
“A real one. The kind that explodes.”
The manager was already on page three of their notes.
“Remember——they have to be in love.” 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Zk61gfgqE
Start off hating each other, fall in love painfully in the middle, and then…”
He trailed off—— 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDlXqkLaXeX
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 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeAGi67sdR1
burned themselves alive—— 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXvxkJOMwlI
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, 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfLPUgmclK0
he pulled out his phone.
The screen lit up: a photo by the sea. 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjsaIGcK7Nf
A rabbit leaned against a man, the sunlight glinting off her ears—— 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiY3QWMoMqJ
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—— 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO6MpOmpSyI
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. 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡod152kEBpc
No one wrote an outline.
It simply happened, like an earthquake.
Born from a creative space crushed by impossible deadlines. 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb9za0ku8j2
Born from a reality where “no” was never an option. 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT610x8P1WD
Born from grief over a lost OTP, 87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaRmVmLDbfY
and the despair of starting something new.
One word says it all——Guiltbound.
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and then Add to home screen.