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Yeon-Joo, overwhelmed, facing the computer displaying the same ending image.
Kang Chul finishes getting dressed.

:

You spent the whole night on it, alone and without sleeping.

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And I'm going to be alone all day (sarcastic) while you "work".

:

Fine, you don't want to stay alone. So why don't you want our son to come back?!

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.... (has a reason, too hard to say, guilt)

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(irritated by her silence) ... In the end, you're no further along than I am.

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(reproach) So you stop? You don't try anymore?

:

This ending cannot be modified by anyone from this world.

:

You take this so lightly... as if it didn't concern you.

:

I've already turned the question over every which way.

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(disdainful, sad) The real Kang Chul would have already found it.

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!!!! (hard to take!) (clenches his teeth) ... I never said I was giving up.

:

I'll do my utmost today, but you... That's not what will occupy you in the hours ahead.

:

So I tell the world to get lost and leave them my problems, is that it?

:

(sobs, contemptuous) This ridiculous actor job...

:

As ridiculous as drawing manhwas when you have a surgeon's degree.

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!!! (hard to take) ... Except you're ten times worse as an actor than the mediocre surgeon I was.

:

(sighs) ... (knows she's right) I keep my commitments. I'll found a company afterward.

:

(resentment) Finally something Kang Chul doesn't know how to do.

:

I can't believe we're having this kind of fight... (shakes his head "no") Least of all this often.

:

(eyes sore from grief) You thought everything would go easily?

:

... (no longer knows what to do)

:

Welcome to the real world, Kang Chul.

:

All this nonsense has to stop. I'll go get Chul-Moo at your mother's. And you'll take care of our son!

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NO!!!

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(shouts, angry) Are you a mother, Yeon-Joo??!!

:

... (pants rapidly, desperate)

:

WHY?!!

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(screams) BECAUSE IT'S NOT OVER!!!!!

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(cannot excuse that) We'll talk about this again tonight. (leaves)

:

Boo hoo hoo. (crying fit.....)

---

A view of a chic hotel.

~

Maybe there existed something else that could restart the manhwa.

---

A handsome man is shirtless in the bed. He admires further away...
... Mi-Ra, putting on her high heels, already dressed, sexy gothic style.

~

Or someone unknown, having nothing to do with us.

The man knows his limited role as a sex-friend, but Mi-Ra's divine beauty is fatal to him.

:

Mi-Ra, you're just going to leave, like that?

:

You're a guy, you should be Ok with that, Mh?

:

!! ... (dejected) We only talked about superficial things...

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(?) He's pulling sentimental crap on me?

:

("how to tell her") For me, you occupy a special place.

:

(cynical) He's cute. (goes toward the exit)

:

(smitten) We're on the same wavelength, so maybe--

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I'll call you one of these days... maybe. (opens the door)

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... (cold shower)

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(without turning around) Well, Ciao! (exits and closes the door)

---

:

He wouldn't get clingy? (shakes her head, leaves) Too bad, he was a good lay.

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The man looks sadly at the pillow beside him.
He picks up a long black hair of Mi-Ra lying on it.
Rests it in his hand, idolizes it like a relic.

~

She has a gift for bewitching.

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Slowly, a view of the studio, up to...
Yoon-Hee slumped in her chair, pensive, instead of working.

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It took me time to understand...

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Yoon-Hee is lethargic and pensive...

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Something completely indirect, depending on factors still unknown.

Yoon-Hee's expression transforms little by little into bewilderment... seeing the clock on the wall.

:

(shouts) Ohmm... SHIT!!! (straightens up in her chair) Stay focused my fatty, focused! (grabs the keyboard) (fast, types) First, save Wang Shin. Easy! On the edge of a cliff.

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NOOOOO!!! (flings the keyboard, stands up) That's the cliché I saw in 50 Saeguk!! (Saeguk = historical TV drama)

From that moment on, she paces, gesturing, living her ideas to the fullest.

:

To save him it would take... The new heroine! Of course! The ideal pretext to introduce her!!! A BADASS girl! Tomboy style. Then they ally to fight the Queen of Darkness. Of course! She bursts in galloping on horseback and holds out her hand to--

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(palm on her face, tense) Fffff... and that... ~A ~BADASS ~GIRL. Lame!! No, it has to be a real princess, very feminine. uh... but... uuuh... if she's not a fighter... how... (has the big idea) ... oh... Oh... OH... OOOOHH!!! The princess - arrives - unseen - and on time...

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(delirious smile) Because she's on a hang glider!!!

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Hee hee. hee.. hee.... hee..... hee...... (madwoman's laugh, decreasing) Huuuuuuuu... Were there hang gliders in that era?

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(snaps her fingers) It's the era when Korea discovers Western inventions. And that fits fully into the spirit of the manhwa, "science versus sorcery". (sigh of relief) Aaahhffff..... (doubt) A princess with a smoke bomb? Mmmh, I should take that out.

Yoon-Hee paces, finger on her mouth, thinking... guessing a solution, delighted...

:

... or else... Or Else... OR ELSE? ... Yeeees!!!! She has all that, because she's passionate about science! A spoiled child! Her father the King pays for all the new discoveries! Heeeey, it looks like "Joseon Gunman", but I don't give a damn. Wang Shin already seems straight out of that drama.

Yoon-Hee takes a few steps calming down...

:

Mh, mh. I have the essentials. But let's look further... (remembers the manhwa)

:

Wang Shin was rejected by Lady Cha, there's room for a new romance. As battle companions, they develop feelings over time. And when they're on the hang glider, they exchange an intense look. Very important the first look, like in all the dramas!

Yoon-Hee sits facing her tablet, takes the stylus...

:

The princess... She has to be even more beautiful than Cha Yu-Sun! (draws...)

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Mi-Ra walks looking at the ground, uneasy.
She stops in front of a sauna, feels better looking at the sign.
About to enter, she spots further down the avenue...
... A crowd, spotlights, cameras, a film crew.
She doesn't notice a "W" logo written on a truck, and with contempt:

:

No way to take a step in Seoul without running into this kind of crap.

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Worried, Kang Chul walks in front of Hyo-Joo, seated on a folding chair.

:

Kang Chul, honey, would you bring me an iced tea?

:

(annoyed) Hyo-Joo, do I look like a waiter?!!

:

Mmmh... Yes?

:

Yah! Instead of flirting, come look at the script. (holds out the script)

Hyo-Joo stands up and joins Director Jung, with Kang Chul annoyed.

:

Episode 8. An action scene. No lines. (mocking) That's in your range, Kang Chul?!

:

... (killer look)

:

You're with Oh Yeon-Joo, in your fucking red ride that costs us a fortune. The faceless killer appears on the road, in front of your filthy rich guy hotel. Skid, you draw your gun and you shoot first.

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(!!!, coldly furious) What the hell is this shit.

:

Oooh, I sense you're really gonna bust my balls this time. But gooo on, unload your bag of crap...

:

What the hell is Yeon-Joo doing in the world of "W"?!!

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(obvious, opens his hands) Why not?!

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(annoyed) That's a complicated concept to understand?!!

:

It's impossible to do that. Otherwise, Kang Chul isn't there when she gets attacked.

:

So he wasn't moved?!! (as in "answer yes to say something stupid")

:

His emotions, they come and go, according to the usefulness in the script.

:

What a shitty script!

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... !! (surprised by Kang Chul's aggressiveness today) Otherwise the hero, what's he good for?

:

At least it's realistic.

:

My ass, talking about realism for a story like that. Do you ever think about what the audience want?

:

(fed up) I understand your logic... Serve any stupidity as long as the hero is always in the right place at the right time.

:

(sarcastic) I suppose the hero will also prevent Yeon-Joo's assassination?

:

There, you fiiiiinally understand how it works! For once, we're moving in the right direction...

:

Even if Yeon-Joo had stayed in W, your dumb action scene is impossible.

:

He followed Kang Chul into the real world!

:

That makes no fucking sense!!

:

So, he's going to attack Yeon-Joo at her place, in the real world.

:

Do you ever think for two seconds? How would he do that in the real world, damn it?!

:

But that's why he's terrifying! Shit!! That means the manhwa phenomenon subverts reality!!

:

That's the kind of stupidities that Screenwriter Song Jae-Jung corrected. I have her annotations on the old script. You want to read them?

:

... ?!!

:

Look... (holds out the screenplay, and runs his finger over the sentences) "Delirium tremens of Oh Sung-Moo", "Absurd", "Incomprehensible for the audience", "Cut this shit as a priority".

:

(disgusted, laughs clenching his teeth) You're as incompetent as each other...

---

A sinister atmosphere, layers of steam, dirty tiles.
No one except the saleswoman, an old woman with a parchment face.
She sells towels, swimsuits, sweatsuits, water bottles, eggs, etc.

:

We're feeling a little dirty, miss Moon?

:

... This... and that. (points to a towel and a sweatsuit in the display)

:

Why buy here? You have all that at home, two steps from here.

:

... My assistant... at times, she's so... heavy.

:

She works hard while you're here. Are you really the Seonsaingnim?

:

... Yes... No... it's just that... maybe... She was traumatized by a former employer? Oh Sung-Moo was an alcoholic wreck, but I hear he was maniacal about deadlines.

:

(goes to get the items in the display) Or maybe she simply respects your publisher? Mr. Kwon?

:

m'Ah! That old geezer would sniff my butt when I fart. So what difference does a few days late make? It makes the readers even more hooked.

:

(sets the items on the counter) Is this manhwa really the most important thing in your life? It's amusing to see how you always destroy what you love the most.

:

... !? ("how dare she?!")

We now see... streaks of coagulated blood on the hall tiles.

:

A dream job, the world turning as you please, and you permanently have a funeral face. Have you never been ashamed?

:

... !!!! (offended)

Moon Mi-Ra grabs the things on the counter angrily and takes two steps to leave.
We now see... pieces of organs and guts on the tiles.

:

You're leaving without paying? ..... Nothing is free in life, miss Moon.

:

Pay yourself with this...

Mi-Ra takes a pistol out of her bag and POW!!, shoots the saleswoman!

:

... Old bitch.

---

The shop is clean. Chic and warm atmosphere. Several regulars.
(The previous scene was a daydream of Mi-Ra.)

:

(smiling) And there we go. (sets towel and sweatshirt on the counter)

(didn't hear, smiles unwholesomely, empty gaze)

:

!! (frightened by Mi-Ra's expression) ... Madam?

:

(comes out of her waking dream) ... Yes?

---

Yoon-Hee looks at 3 sketches on the tablet. Smiling princesses, slim and pretty.

:

(long sigh) Tsssss..... ("so banal and boring")

When she lifts her head, her gaze catches a small mirror hanging from her lamp.
(It serves to draw hands, or objects transposed into two dimensions by the reflection.)
She looks at herself in the mirror, bewildered, a little sad.

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Of course, now we see movies with chubby girls. Comedies, the guy is ordinary, or marries the girl when she becomes slim. But a real action hero never falls in love with a fat girl. Nobody has dared to do that.

:

(bizarre idea) Wait... "Queen of Darkness" goes against the current... ?! (realizes, stunned) It's even the basic principle!! With a villain as the main character, instead of a heroine.

Yoon-Hee, hesitant... then determined, clicks for a blank page and draws...

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Mi-Ra in the dampness and dimness of an individual cabin.
She dips a wooden ladle into a barrel of water where flower petals float.
With a ritual gesture, she pours the water on the burning stones. FRSHhhh, Jet of steam.
She clutches her stomach, a sensation of nausea. Her sad eyes shine, seem smoking.

---

On the wall, a poster of Cha Yu-Sun bathing in a natural hot spring.
Her hands surround her belly where a red light radiates, in the steam.
Cha Yu-Sun's shining and wicked eyes seem to scrutinize with disapproval...

... Yoon-Hee, looking at outrageous sketches on her tablet.
Excessively enormous princesses (really!), except one, just round.

:

... mmmh... (runs her finger above the sketches) (points to the least fat) That one.

:

Cute, feminine. The public could appreciate. The others were a bit excessive. Hu hu hu!

Yoon-Hee points her finger toward the menu but stops, seeing above the sketches "page 1/2".
Something bothers her.........

:

(stubborn) Oh and then no! No half-measures, I don't feel like prettifying. Ok for a pretty princess, but with stunning curves!!

She clicks to display the second page.
Satisfied, she contemplates her ultimate sketch, a smile from ear to ear.
A princess dressed in bright colors, funny and dynamic, as fat as Yoon-Hee!

:

Hee hee! You're a real princess full of joy!

She closes her eyes, brings her lips close to the drawing on the tablet...
SMACK, plants a kiss on the princess!

:

Princess Dong Hee. The perfect heroine.

Yoon-Hee's smile disappears progressively... replaced by worry.
She stands up, takes a few steps looking at the ground, annoyed...

:

Blah blah blah... "he loves her for her inner beauty". I can't stand that crap anymore. Would Wang Shin really find her pretty?

She finds no answer.......

:

(vindictive) Why do I bother?! I'm the one who decides what he likes or not!! (goes back to her chair)

Yoon-Hee sits down, but gets up at once, as if pricked by a nail--

:

AH! Shit!!! No. (goes walking) That's going to seem forced... It has to work in a realistic way.

She arrives in front of the poster of Cha Yu-Sun.

:

(runs her finger over the contour of Cha Yu-Sun's face) Lady Cha has a rounded face, so he's necessarily a guy who likes rounded girls.

On the poster, Cha Yu-Sun seems even angrier.

:

Dong Hee knows how to cook well, and all men love good home cooking.

:

Plus, Wang Shin comes from the countryside, he must love imposing rumps! (PAF!! slaps herself on the buttocks) Hee hee! That's realistic!!! (goes to sit facing her tablet)

---

A large tablet is set on the floor, next to shelves filled with manhwas.
On the wall, rare original boards, signed posters from manhwa.
Another shelf, collector pieces, figurines, goodies, stylus under a glass dome.

Young-Sik enters, drops his bag on the table, and opens it.
He takes out manhwas and puts them away in his library.

:

(sigh) That bastard is going to requisition me the whole evening again...

He selects other manhwas and slides them into his bag.

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Yoon-Hee draws rapidly on the tablet.
Two empty packets of cookies on the table, a third open.

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Faster!! I have to take inspiration from the best...

---

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....RRrrrrP, Yoon-Hee drinks greedily a soda with a straw, without taking her eyes off the tablet.
Then she takes a cookie from the packet. With the other hand, she continues to draw!!

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A plate of cookies, and two coffees on the table where are seated...
... Yeon-Joo and the student from her class (the one from episode 1).

:

I find that a shame, Unnie. A degree that hard, to do nothing with it...

:

(shaken) ... With my baby about to be born, I... I had to stop.

:

That's a year, you could have him babysit?!

:

(painfully) I prefer... (like a lie) to take care of him. Or just... (lost) It wasn't my true destiny.

:

(!!) Something as rare as being a surgeon? And saving lives?

:

... ! (hurt, on the verge of crying)

:

Without meaning any disrespect, by comparison, drawing manhwas...

(Kang Chul's line from this morning comes back to her memory:)

~

As ridiculous as drawing manhwas when you have a surgeon's degree.

:

... (sobs)

:

Oh... Forgive me, Unnie... I sincerely regret it, if I hurt you.

:

(waves her hand in front of her face like a fan, takes a breath) It's not because of that, don't worry. Originally, I planned to become an artist.

:

... ?

:

When my parents divorced, my mother pushed me to become a doctor. And then, my father wasn't there anymore to... to... Boo hoo hoo... (crying fit)

:

Oooh, Unnie... (takes out a tissue, and holds it out to Yeon-Joo)

:

(uses the tissue) Sorry to make a spectacle of myself. Tragic news coming from my family...

:

(nods with empathy) Yes, I had noticed you weren't doing well, today.

:

I'm going home. I'm not in the mood to attend class.

:

On the contrary, Unnie!!! It will take your mind off things.

:

... ("maybe")

:

I'm certain of it! Today's class is very important!

:

(sniffles) You're right, Earth mustn't stop turning.

---

The crew is stunned, seeing for the first time... Kang Chul's real anger and determination.

:

(furious, shouts) Fine, I do shit. But you do shit, the screenwriter does shit, this drama is a pile of shit!!

Nobody here would be bold enough to have a confrontation with him, except--

:

(yelling) And it's our fucking Job to produce this shit!!!! (pokes his finger on Kang Chul's chest) So you get down off your pedestal!! The little caprices, I already have my fill with the chick!! (thumb toward Hyo-Joo)

:

... ?!! (offended, "why am I being involved?")

Kang Chul understands the reason for his anger, pained, remembering a line of Yeon-Joo this morning:

~

(sobs, contemptuous) This ridiculous actor job...

:

(to Kang Chul) Ok asshole, you wore me down, we take a 5-minute break.

Kang Chul leaves at once without answering, remembering another line of Yeon-Joo:

~

(resentment) Finally something Kang Chul doesn't know how to do.

---

The filming of "W" is taking place here nearby. Traffic is blocked.
Kang Chul leaves the Film Set. Cap, sunglasses, unrecognizable.
Once away from the group of onlookers, he removes his camouflage.
He heads toward a bar, remembering his own words from this morning:

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Fine, you don't want to stay alone.

With remorse, he takes out his smartphone, about to call.

~

(cannot excuse that) We'll talk about this again tonight.

---

As Yeon-Joo heads toward the lecture hall with the student.
BRZZ! Her smartphone rings. She sees "Kang Chul".
She picks up and listens with apprehension...

~

One can classify ideas according to 3 levels.

---

Total silence. Students spellbound by today's class.
Yeon-Joo listens attentively, forgetting her problems.

:

Level 1, forced ideas. These ideas come from the mechanics of the brain, from reason. Typical of a brainstorming... or of a required passage written without conviction. The result is banal and often plagiarized. (marks a moment of silence)

Some students exchange a word or two. Embarrassed, or disappointed in themselves.

:

Level 2, spontaneous ideas. These ideas come from deep psychology, the emotions, the intuitive connections. Reformulated reminiscences... timeless archetypes... Impossible to have them on command! I just wish you the luck to obtain some.

Many students panic in silence.

:

(clears her throat) The writing of a script must be reworked enormously. But for the story, everything is decided during the preliminary phase of the ideas. Either you're brilliant from the start, or you never will be. (marks a pause, smiling)

A majority of students become depressed, or sigh.
But Yeon-Joo is still concentrated.

:

Finally, level 3... Pure ideas! That's authentic inspiration. Something totally unprecedented. These ideas convey a meaning of which the author isn't even aware. A story deserves to be told, if it contains at least one pure idea.

Song Jae-Jung falls silent, and drinks a glass of water.
A graveyard silence reigns in the room, faces of people thinking of suicide.
A girl sobs at the back. Some leave abandoning their notes on the desks.
Yeon-Joo raises her hand. Jae-Jung invites her to speak.

:

Seonsaingnim, where do pure ideas come from?

......

:

From the beyond.

:

... !!

---

:

(looks around, the crew, the actors) Fucking hell, I said 5 minutes! Where is Kang Chul?!!

:

Ah ah! In "W"?

---

The class is over. The surviving students leave depressed.
As Song Jae-Jung puts on her coat, Yeon-Joo comes to see her.

:

Seonsaingnim.

:

... ?

:

... (about to ask something)

---

An office with a large bay window, on the 3rd and last floor.
Yeon-Joo seated facing Jae-Jung, welcoming but not very patient.

:

(stern) Why not have asked your other questions in class?

:

... !

:

You would have made the other students benefit from them. (as if to close the interview) I don't give private lessons.

:

(!!) Wait! I... I couldn't. It involves my personal life...

:

(??) ... (hand gesture, "go ahead")

:

Does the pure idea really come from nowhere?

:

From outside ourselves, invoked by our disinterested desire.

:

Isn't that absurd? Or impossible?

:

Yes, it is. But that's how it is. Are you disappointed?

:

No, on the contrary!!

:

... ?!

:

And so these ideas carry a hidden meaning, unforeseen?

:

A coherent meaning, but unexpected. Let's say... unimaginable.

:

So, in the context of a story in progress... a pure idea could provoke a new event... apparently impossible.

:

Get to the point, please!

:

I am a professional in the writing and drawings of manhwa.

:

... (nods respectfully)

:

The one I'm writing seems blocked forever. All the logic of the story proves that it will not be able to continue.

:

(giggle) That's a little crazy. But you stir my curiosity.

:

The heroine is dead mummified, and the hero holds her in his arms forever. Look. (takes out her smartphone, and shows the final scene of "Butterfly Girl")

:

... ?! (looks)

:

It's written "THE END", and nothing can change that into "TO BE CONTINUED".

:

(?!) ... Do an erratum, create a sequel?!

:

Imagine that that's impossible for me. Take "W" as an example, as if it were real. The ending has to be cancelled in the manhwa, in a coherent way.

:

A heroine dead mummified, that's hard to bring back...

:

And if the manhwa contained a pure idea? Whose meaning hasn't been revealed yet?

:

You could have put a dose of magic in it? It's convenient for resurrecting people.

:

No, it's a universe that's fantastical, sure, but without magic.

:

(dismayed, amused) Aigoo... It's been a long time since I had a conversation this absurd.

:

... (serious)

:

(laugh) Oh oh oh!!!

:

... (devastated)

:

... ? (sees Yeon-Joo, stops smiling)

:

... (trembles, huge efforts not to cry)

:

... !! ("incomprehensible, but more serious than it seems") I don't know your manhwa, but let's admit that it contains a pure idea. That will surely provoke an unexpected or impossible plot twist.

:

... (hope)

:

If you yourself cannot unblock this situation, someone else will be able to.

:

(turns her head, to herself) ... Who?

---

(Office closing hour: many people, happy to leave, joking.)
At the exit of the Sauna, Mi-Ra looks at the indifferent crowd, feeling even more alone...

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(nauseated, tense) If I could make them all disappear...

She is dressed gothic and sexy, makeup black lips and mascara, small necklace with diamond.
Very expensive high class, but with a wide cleavage and fishnets letting the skin show through.
If she were a prostitute, even the richest man on earth couldn't afford her.

A man (30s) is shocked by her provocative outfit, without realizing its price or the authentic diamond.

:

Hey, it's Halloween early.

:

Halloween? (turns toward the unknown man) (meanly) You know what shit you're talking about...?

:

What? (stops and looks her up and down)

:

... Son of a bitch.

:

(tilts his head to see her ass) You're not friendly with potential clients.

:

(eyes going crazy) You taking me for a whore?!

:

Hey! What's the point of dressing like that, otherwise?

:

(coldly demented) You're going to die here and now, you filthy bastard.

:

Start by calming down, bitch.

:

AAARRRAH!!! (hits him with her bag, like a sling)

:

Ow!! Fucking cunt.

Mi-Ra hits again, but he dodges and advances rapidly toward her.

:

I'm going to calm you down, you filthy whore. (raising his hand to give a slap)

The man's slap starts but--
SNAP! his wrist is suddenly seized by a powerful hand! Behind him.

~

Even when she's unpleasant, one doesn't hit a woman.

:

!!!

:

!!! (cannot see who intervened, hidden by the other man)

Slowly, the unknown savior forces the passerby to lower his hand, revealing himself.

:

... !!! (sees his face appearing progressively...)

... Kang Chul!!!

:

... !!! (sees Mi-Ra too, surprised by her beauty)

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(?!, "incredible") A guy this handsome, that exists?

:

... (frowns... seeing her provocative style)

:

Let go of my arm!

Kang Chul releases him distractedly, while he continues to look at Mi-Ra, intrigued.

:

I don't have time to waste with senseless stories. (leaves)

:

... (stunned, cannot take her eyes off Kang Chul, and his elegance)

-

Such a beautiful woman, very classy, but... that touch of vulgarity?!

---

Yeon-Joo sad and pensive, facing the ending image of "Butterfly Girl" on the tablet.
Doon-Dinn-Dong, gate doorbell. (!!) Yeon-Joo, invested with a light joy.

---

An elegant and muscular man waits in front of the gate.
Yeon-Joo runs to open the door.

:

(smile despite the sadness) Do-Yoon!

:

Oh Yeon-Joo.

---

---

:

Being Kang Chul's wife... You don't have an easy job, Oh Yeon-Joo.

:

... I'm not either... always easy.

:

I've been his friend for 10 years, he never compromises with the truth...

:

... and he makes his decisions unilaterally, without explanation. You're the only one he listens to or informs... sometimes.

:

... (feels understood)

:

(confident) For Soo-Bong, he won't let it go, no more than you... (sad) Because... Soo-Bong wouldn't have given up either.

:

... ?!

:

... (sad, lost gaze)

:

(grief-stricken) Spending time with you will also help me get over that.

:

... Please... That training...

:

... ?

:

Tell that to my husband.

:

... (smiles) Certainly, I will.

---

Yoon-Hee grabs a cookie from the box and Crunch Crunch, eats it.
She evaluates a drawing of Princess Dong. Dissatisfied.

-

Something is missing...

---

---

Yoon-Hee darkens the forms of Princess Dong. Shadow effects.

:

Wow! With this relief, she looks even fatter than me!

---

Yeon-Joo, Kang Chul and Do-Yoon, beside the tablet, locked on the ending image of "Butterfly Girl".

:

Someone else can fix this. It cannot be otherwise.

:

Song Jae-Jung knows nothing of the problem. She buys herself a clear conscience by giving false hopes.

:

... !! (hurt, but determined to overcome)

:

I know her way of working. I have no confidence in--

(elbows Kang Chul, looks at him sternly)

:

... (agrees to that, but won't stop for the rest)

:

Jang Soo-Bin! She's the original scriptwriter.

:

Soo-Bin is even less capable of bringing a solution.

:

... (doesn't want to be emotional, "let's get to the bottom of things")

:

Only you and Soo-Bong could. The manhwa considers you as its true authors.

:

But even the true author can do nothing now. The manhwa must first be unblocked by an important character.

:

However the characters are now in stasis. When the faceless killer unblocked W, he was in the real world.

:

But in W, he wasn't affected by the stasis! An important character is maybe in that case!!

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The conversation continues through the radio receiver.

~

Fairy Spark or Park Sin-Moo both have a reason to want the sequel.

~

Mmmh... (thinks)

Young-Sik and Sang-Deuk have the faces of the last survivors of a nuclear attack.

:

Boss... Boss... This completely exceeds us.

:

Crazier than anything we could have imagined...

:

It's so huge, Boss. I have goosebumps.

:

Good God, for once you're right, this exceeds us.

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:

In W, it was a stasis provoked by the awakening of the main character. But here, we have an ending stasis, a different concept.

:

But it remains possible, we don't know what happens in that case.

:

In my case, I stayed frozen in a river. But I didn't want a sequel. So maybe...

:

What does this character do in that case? Walk around in a frozen set?

:

No idea. And this character must obligatorily have awakened before the ending.

:

Does it make sense for a universe to stay immobilized indefinitely...

:

That's why there's necessarily a solution. The manhwa must necessarily arrive at the true ending, with "FINAL CHAPTER".

:

No certainty. It took W two months to unblock. Without the faceless killer, W would have had a true ending without "FINAL CHAPTER".

:

We can just have faith in that.

:

Only, it's out of our hands. I just have faith that we'll find a solution, but I don't see any for now.

:

Since the tablet is locked, I'll draw the sequel on another one.

:

It will be a simulacrum, a parallel narrative. None of the characters will be alive, and Soo-Bong just a few strokes of ink.

:

I know that well.

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But Editor Park asks me for episodes, I have to honor the contract.

:

An encrypted language...

:

They master it with such naturalness!

:

And they use that... even at home...?!

:

Real paranoids!

:

Cold calculators... leaving nothing to chance... systematically eliminating all the risks...

:

Park Soo-Bong, former assistant of Oh Sung-Moo... As if by chance...

:

So they were three in this murder affair?!

:

Yes... Poor Oh Sung-Moo really never had a chance.

:

(disgusted) Yuck! All there like vultures picking his corpse apart.

:

However, this Soo-Bong had problems. That's why they called in a replacement, Do-Yoon...

:

(frightened) Boss, they're at the head of a tentacular gang!!!

:

They need him urgently to prepare another job...

:

Even if we understand nothing, it looks like it.

:

hhhh... They're not going to be easy to pin down, even with this radio transmitter...

Disappointed, they slump back in their armchairs, sighing.

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Satisfied, Yoon-Hee slumps back in her armchair, blowing out.

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I did it. The first episode that I start.

4 empty packets of cookies on the table.

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But I also have to finish it...

On the tablet: Wang Shin's smiling face, a bandage around his forehead, hills scenery.

:

(looks at Wang Shin) ... Hey! I draw him better than Soo-Bong now!

She takes the computer keyboard.

:

Ok, now that they landed safe and sound, a start of a sentimental story.

Yoon-Hee types on the keyboard.

~

Excited, he looks at her with desire.

:

... No, that's too lewd. (erases, types something else)

~

Troubled, he feels his heart beat stronger looking at her.

:

... No. How could he already have feelings? (erases) Plus, he must still be thinking of Lady Cha. He's going to badly need to be consoled, hee hee!

On the poster hanging on the wall, Cha Yu-Sun seems furious with rage.

:

But he'll end up forgetting that bitch! A character as depressing as her creator...

On another poster, behind Yoon-Hee, a terrifying silhouette of shadow and dust...
... the Queen of Darkness seems hunched toward Yoon-Hee, her eyes blazing with hate.

:

So... (types)

~

Grateful, he looks at her with benevolence and a hint of admiration.

:

Better to walk on eggshells... Write a love story that's veeery progressive, all in gentleness. Like a Slowburn drama where the kiss only arrives in the last episode.

Happy, she looks at the drawing of Wang Shin on the tablet.

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Hee hee! How cute he is!

Yoon-Hee closes her eyes, brings her lips close to the drawing on the tablet...
... starts a big kiss on Wang Shin's portrait...
The cold and hard contact of the tablet becomes warm and tender...

:

... ???

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(confused, opens her eyes... then widens them)

Yoon-Hee is in the process of kissing a very handsome man, who also has his eyes wide.
Dressed in an adventurer outfit, Joseon era, a bandage around his forehead.
The kiss seems never to end, so surprised are Yoon-Hee and Wang Shin.

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