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[Oneshot]
"I don't save people, Hyunjin. I just document how they break."
Lee Felix is the industry's most coveted scriptwriter, a man who has made a fortune turning human agony into cinematic gold. But behind the awards and the broader-than-life silhouette lies a hollow center...a man who drives too fast and sleeps too little, waiting for a final scene that hasn't been written yet.
Then he finds Hwang Hyunjin.
Cast out from a dynasty and living in the neon-stained shadows of a run-down squat, Hyunjin is a brilliant, self-destructive mess of paint and rebellion. He is everything Felix writes about, and everything Felix fears he is becoming.
When Felix offers Hyunjin a deal...his rent paid in exchange for observation, the friction is immediate and toxic. Hyunjin despises the vulture watching his every spiral, and Felix is terrified by the first spark of life he's felt in years. Between shared vices and the heavy silence of 3:00 AM, the line between the script and reality begins to bleed. In a world where neither wants to stay, they might just find a reason to stop running.
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