The script went too far in content. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmenuyIb7dc
That night, the director quietly broke down.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2fofI6hixi
But it was the result of the team burning themselves out. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8bbZVi4fFD
He didn’t dare say no.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwiqawfpWqH
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11:30 p.m. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQo1UKl9b2
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. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6BBdRDcg2Q
Or more accurately——a summons.
On the cover, a single word: 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0pmywcc7DG
Guiltbound.
He opened to the first page, took a glance, then closed it. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZol5HXMsOd
Opened again. Closed. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFMqAahfsuV
Again. And again.
On the fourth try, he finally gave in. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV2a31BCxWw
Took a deep breath. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn6gOB2fbc5
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—— 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC7185uoyXU
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. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeFCf2FzsbF
Each scene felt like running naked on a rooftop——with no place to hide, and too much on display.
One scene even specified: 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyOOLWOdaJc
“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. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ4cLgYpdIz
But this wasn’t just “steamy.”
This was a show that never wore pants to begin with—— 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmcXmwgtDS
and sprinted, shameless, to the very end.
“No, no… I need adjustments…” 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaaISRy49hF
“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: 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLY2VnGgH6D
“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. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡreqEpssCwr
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. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYEFflzvain
Fingers hovered above the input box for three seconds. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNnaW0l4Ha
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… 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5cRqF5jLpi
There’s no way they can shoot this outdoors. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAIA43H4xKb
They’d get reported.
How… how do they block this… 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoqAWmso5Tb
How do you even block a bite… there?
He buried his face in his hands, 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD2aR1PdThK
letting out a string of miserable noises.
“I’m gonna die…”
Under the desk lamp, his shadow stretched across the wall—— 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYGDQDwrRrh
like someone being consumed by the script itself.
The storyboard software was still open. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiERm4Zqoqq
Title: blank. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2zIE90P0Bs
The white screen reflected the despair in his eyes.
For the first time in his directing life—— 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW1NNyLkw5R
he feared a script might actually kill him.
He wanted to glance at the bunny-and-human photo for comfort—— 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv9S6MVGQMY
but the boss had posted again—another emotional Story update.
A sand drawing. 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyQUDyFzMJo
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—— 68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ330Qh8Jm6k
so light, it got swallowed by the room before the air conditioner could feel it.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyDCodDuWuR
and then Add to home screen.