| INT. HOME OF [ REDACTED ] — LIVING ROOM — NIGHT?
This house is hollow. An unhome, an entering into a greater unknown that brings endless unease. Time does not seem to exist here, as nothing can be found outside of the windows. There is just the abyss, staring back at the two figures present in the room and you reading this, mockery dwells behind the glasses. The place lacks heat, yet also coldness. It bears a strangling sense of strangeness. Though the memories of any better homes are absent. Everything fades, abandons the ashes and corpses.
A MAN IN GRIEF looks over to THE GLITCHED FIGURE, his eyes darkened, full of aching exhaustion.
JAEYEONG : Why?
Quiet, as asked with a soul of hellfire and devoured eyes. THE GLITCHED FIGURE — [ REDACTED ] took him away from his universe that is now erased, forever gone. Placed him here as a temporary sanctuary. The memories of the event are recent, it should be, yet he finds himself feeling they had occurred weeks, months, YEARS ago. Nothing seems real now, to the end of his life.
Jaeyeong licks his lips, still tasting his husband’s blood.
JAEYEONG ( Louder ) : Why me?
CLOSE UP on Jaeyeong’s shaky, clenched fists; impatience builds within him — He is unsure if he is asking [ REDACTED ] or their ultimate creator, MORNINGSTAR.
JAEYEONG : Change my writing style— ( Voice lowers once again, words bleed bitterness ) I don’t want the rest of my life to be a movie anymore.
