The script went too far in content. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxsQMnQ4K9Y
That night, the director quietly broke down.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwuDITK65ZP
But it was the result of the team burning themselves out. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ51kkUUbAaU
He didn’t dare say no.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgKDanJ7hd0
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11:30 p.m. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRUsAF1lTTA
The director sat at his desk, his face even grayer than the desk lamp’s light.
Beside him: a cup of cold coffee, two packs of antacids, a post-it labeled “Team Discussion Points,” and…
…a script from Satan himself. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUIMNeV0agm
Or more accurately——a summons.
On the cover, a single word: 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTsyph8Lg5r
Guiltbound.
He opened to the first page, took a glance, then closed it. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiytfOYvpyA
Opened again. Closed. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwdAOripMmk
Again. And again.
On the fourth try, he finally gave in. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX16tJA1NCe
Took a deep breath. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYo8FXQVnS9
And prepared to enter hell.
“...Sigh.”
The first sigh came while reading the character sheet.
“These minds… are insane.”
He picked up a pen to draw a relationship chart—— 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSulM0E7T9R
but halfway through, the level of manipulation in the plot nearly gave him a heart attack.
“These scenes… this dialogue… these actions…”
He flipped three more pages. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2nx7KpYEt
Each scene felt like running naked on a rooftop——with no place to hide, and too much on display.
One scene even specified: 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG4AHJGIEF3
“Camera pans from ankle to collarbone. High lick-the-lens energy.”
“I’ve never shot a scene this explicit… this graphic…”
He muttered to himself, holding his head like someone freshly dumped.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t film steamy content. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxSIjTloR6F
But this wasn’t just “steamy.”
This was a show that never wore pants to begin with—— 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjolOsE0xxQ
and sprinted, shameless, to the very end.
“No, no… I need adjustments…” 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX0IbSuVYMw
“Angles… lighting diffusion… maybe have them wear sunglasses…”
He scribbled shaky notes while his mind spiraled.
Then he paused.
He remembered what the screenwriter said in the meeting: 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzOEsNRz3TE
“This script was written with what’s left of my life.”
The art lead: “I redesigned forty props. I’ve got one breath left.”
The manager: part priest, part producer, drawing character sheets while purifying the set.
This wasn’t just a script. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRuIumg7p8W
It was a product of resentment, grief, despair—and deadlines.
“How could I possibly say this can’t be filmed…”
“I’d get murdered…”
He glanced at his phone, opened the team chat. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOmUqi3weOP
Fingers hovered above the input box for three seconds. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1bhmsDQ1x1
Then closed the app.
No message sent.
Didn’t dare.
He went back to the script, still trembling, still trying to sketch out camera angles.
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He gasped again.
This scene… 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl0GyAZeNp3
There’s no way they can shoot this outdoors. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVKJ73vz2cE
They’d get reported.
How… how do they block this… 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKTuU9yqAXa
How do you even block a bite… there?
He buried his face in his hands, 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4vIfFE6gbd
letting out a string of miserable noises.
“I’m gonna die…”
Under the desk lamp, his shadow stretched across the wall—— 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFYrzqEZsj3
like someone being consumed by the script itself.
The storyboard software was still open. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuMdS0fTKZo
Title: blank. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn2aCxoLljD
The white screen reflected the despair in his eyes.
For the first time in his directing life—— 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUOM6IfGpZG
he feared a script might actually kill him.
He wanted to glance at the bunny-and-human photo for comfort—— 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoAny7GY1OV
but the boss had posted again—another emotional Story update.
A sand drawing. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6HJoB35Ec6
The bunny and the human had traced a heart in it… with a spelling mistake.
The director closed his phone.
Stared at the script’s cover.
Said nothing.
Only a sigh—— 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBrdptP8pnW
so light, it got swallowed by the room before the air conditioner could feel it.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3jlXgdVYQg
