Deadline in two days? 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡahKX12GBQi
The office descends into madness——blood, betrayal, and toxic love. No one is spared.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwaEgcu6wH
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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—— 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrLO2COrvlE
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpkUU5B1dwr
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.”19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXHZP4ffPeM
“Explosive enough for you?”
“People today have seen it all. Incest? 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVMfiFRaQLG
That’s barely a bump in the road.”
The screenwriter’s tone was as casual as reading out a dinner special. 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvIQp5JnhxY
"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.” 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1TdWNGl9vl
"There needs to be love——and a tragic misunderstanding."
...The director looked up.
He’d been checking studio rental times—— 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYuGjVbyePU
only to look up and realize the conversation had left him behind entirely.
“W–wait, hold on,”
he tried to cut in—— 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2EVg5ICYT
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.”19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs6l9AoPC0m
The art lead’s eyes were practically glowing.
“We need a police car, a bar, blood packs, sealing talismans, and a lighter!” 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrY8RMVpJQS
“A real one. The kind that explodes.”
The manager was already on page three of their notes.
“Remember——they have to be in love.” 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU9sjOrdtnJ
Start off hating each other, fall in love painfully in the middle, and then…”
He trailed off—— 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQH6GPocC9W
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 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwOdKBMfnC7
burned themselves alive—— 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ04zU6obxnU
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, 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuFsGFI7xW6
he pulled out his phone.
The screen lit up: a photo by the sea. 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9NZOj499Dm
A rabbit leaned against a man, the sunlight glinting off her ears—— 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrcIoxSI2XP
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—— 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBMFYb2MXwA
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. 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeGXCx54vJx
No one wrote an outline.
It simply happened, like an earthquake.
Born from a creative space crushed by impossible deadlines. 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdevolGSg6K
Born from a reality where “no” was never an option. 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrwvnRnwIYe
Born from grief over a lost OTP, 19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1VhTvzTtsA
and the despair of starting something new.
One word says it all——Guiltbound.
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