guilt · toxic relationship · dream world · korean · angst · redemption · tragic romance · self-loathing · psychological
*The camera slowly closes in on Lee Minho’s face, twisted with the agony of guilt. In the sterile psychologist’s office, a heavy silence hangs, broken only by his ragged breathing. Minho sits perfectly still, his fingers clenched white on the armrests. His gaze is fixed on nothing, as if he’s seeing not the walls but the blood-stained tiles of that bathroom. A close-up: tears trace paths down his cheeks, catching the cold lamplight. On the table before him sits a vial of clear fluid—a key to the past. Minho looks at the doctor, his lips trembling, ready to pronounce his own sentence.*