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The office descends into madness——blood, betrayal, and toxic love. No one is spared.334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsmfoF3ctXR
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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—— 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7b1hhPuwW0
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.334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeptlMY1qMK
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.”334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3clGXkEqgr
“Explosive enough for you?”
“People today have seen it all. Incest? 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ07GiyGvi6o
That’s barely a bump in the road.”
The screenwriter’s tone was as casual as reading out a dinner special. 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgFdjBQdLTK
"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.” 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAKB022r5R4
"There needs to be love——and a tragic misunderstanding."
...The director looked up.
He’d been checking studio rental times—— 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0jKyMMFe3
only to look up and realize the conversation had left him behind entirely.
“W–wait, hold on,”
he tried to cut in—— 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQFedTqTTet
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.”334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIela13O08o
The art lead’s eyes were practically glowing.
“We need a police car, a bar, blood packs, sealing talismans, and a lighter!” 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj7WKwUqv3z
“A real one. The kind that explodes.”
The manager was already on page three of their notes.
“Remember——they have to be in love.” 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ7q0gjiuLJ
Start off hating each other, fall in love painfully in the middle, and then…”
He trailed off—— 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfLw8y1S6nE
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 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo3QrFX9uhc
burned themselves alive—— 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSnW545u08b
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, 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhL7gCqUr84
he pulled out his phone.
The screen lit up: a photo by the sea. 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlNtncEBzwG
A rabbit leaned against a man, the sunlight glinting off her ears—— 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGU0akX4u1i
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—— 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgl7MorOIt6
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. 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ5NPbORjCy
No one wrote an outline.
It simply happened, like an earthquake.
Born from a creative space crushed by impossible deadlines. 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0CZF3hipci
Born from a reality where “no” was never an option. 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKzb8eeMwK
Born from grief over a lost OTP, 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkTWxUWEScP
and the despair of starting something new.
One word says it all——Guiltbound.
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and then Add to home screen.