INT. ZAIN'S APARTMENT - EARLY MORNING
The first light of dawn filters through the window. KIM stirs on the couch, groaning softly. ZAIN, already awake, sips coffee from a chipped mug by the kitchen counter.
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You talk in your sleep.
KIM rubs his eyes, sitting up slowly.
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Yeah? What did I say?
ZAIN52Please respect copyright.PENANA4eWZM67AKO
Didn’t catch most of it. Just... someone’s name. Sounded important.
KIM’s expression darkens briefly before he forces a weak smile.
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Guess I’ve got a lot on my mind.
ZAIN watches him carefully, sensing the weight KIM carries.
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Look, I’ve got somewhere to be today, but if you need to lay low, feel free to stay here. Just... don’t bring trouble to my door.
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I won’t. I promise.
ZAIN nods, but his gaze lingers a beat longer, almost reluctant to leave. There’s a quiet understanding that neither of them speaks aloud.
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EXT. CITY STREETS - LATER
ZAIN walks briskly through the city crowd, headphones in, the world buzzing around him. Across the street, a dark car idles at the curb. Inside, one of the men from the night before watches him closely.
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INT. ZAIN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
KIM paces by the window, anxiety radiating from him. He peers out to see the same dark car parked nearby, unmoving.
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I should leave. I can’t stay here. But where the hell can I go?
ZAIN enters with a plastic bag of groceries, noticing KIM’s tension.
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They’re still out there, aren’t they?
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I think they know I'm in here... or you're hiding me.
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Guess we’re in this together now.
KIM meets his eyes, the weight of trust settling between them.
“You’re sure they’re not following us?” Kim asked, his voice rough, and tight from hours of tension and exhaustion.
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“You’re sure they’re not following us?” Kim asked, his voice rough, and tight from hours of tension and exhaustion.
Zain, sitting at the small table, his face half-lit by the glow of a nearby lamp, didn’t look up from the map spread out in front of him. He traced his finger over the lines, studying the safe routes like a man who knew danger intimately. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost detached. “They’ll find us if we stay here too long.”
“Then where do we go next?” Kim’s frustration bled through his words. He couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop thinking about the men after him. He could feel them closing in, like wolves scenting blood in the air.
Zain paused, then rolled the map up and stuffed it into his jacket. “I know a place. It’s not far.”
Kim nodded but didn’t move. He couldn’t. There was a part of him—some primal instinct—screaming that this wasn’t going to be enough. There was no hiding from what was coming. He’d run from this life for too long. It was catching up with him, and now, it had dragged Zain into it.
But Zain wasn’t just some guy he could let go of. There was something in the way Zain held himself, a quiet intensity that spoke of things Kim had never known. Trust, loyalty, something Kim had long since given up on, something he didn’t want to believe in anymore.
But Zain had shown him otherwise.
Kim didn’t want to admit it, but Zain was his anchor. His safety. His only hope.
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The safe house was a dilapidated cabin on the outskirts of the city, hidden from view by overgrown trees and the dense fog of the night. The world outside seemed as dangerous as the one they had left behind. They were both alone, both fugitives in a city that never forgave.
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