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The office descends into madness——blood, betrayal, and toxic love. No one is spared.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoNp3dyo11t
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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—— 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmjJRNXWgUu
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.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTLzwXAA3KM
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.”451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI03AxpvZjf
“Explosive enough for you?”
“People today have seen it all. Incest? 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy0Gwxih0HE
That’s barely a bump in the road.”
The screenwriter’s tone was as casual as reading out a dinner special. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgnx9OHO4Lp
"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.” 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Y1kOcnIlg
"There needs to be love——and a tragic misunderstanding."
...The director looked up.
He’d been checking studio rental times—— 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZzAa6fYdXt
only to look up and realize the conversation had left him behind entirely.
“W–wait, hold on,”
he tried to cut in—— 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFNMQvUhmVi
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.”451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhX3OMUVkqi
The art lead’s eyes were practically glowing.
“We need a police car, a bar, blood packs, sealing talismans, and a lighter!” 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmgvxAvfXo
“A real one. The kind that explodes.”
The manager was already on page three of their notes.
“Remember——they have to be in love.” 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡacizjMBM6S
Start off hating each other, fall in love painfully in the middle, and then…”
He trailed off—— 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ZWcpjjwJs
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 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR8c5bXHCmd
burned themselves alive—— 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAcAWZNKqQ6
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, 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1hGD3Fwsro
he pulled out his phone.
The screen lit up: a photo by the sea. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5MyhVAPH0G
A rabbit leaned against a man, the sunlight glinting off her ears—— 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzLS5359cIy
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—— 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJE1loVkINS
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. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxoz21fRT9w
No one wrote an outline.
It simply happened, like an earthquake.
Born from a creative space crushed by impossible deadlines. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUXfHuokVT7
Born from a reality where “no” was never an option. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX28erpOP0c
Born from grief over a lost OTP, 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQUKVcg3uWM
and the despair of starting something new.
One word says it all——Guiltbound.
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and then Add to home screen.