Trapped As A Real Character In Films, He Fights Through Apocalypses & Adventures

The Yang Su Refilm set buzzes with frantic, chaotic activity. A director shouts orders while extras gossip about a stars arrival. But one young actor seems lost in thought, unfazed by the commotion. He's harshly reminded that extras have no business reading the main script. With a defiant glare, he insists he's a real actor, not an extra. He reveals his script, proving he's a supporting actor with bigger dreams. With a cynical smile, the man revealed his own hidden ambition. But the time for talk was over as the cameras began to roll. The extras shuffled into place, their nervous chatter filling the air. The legendary director Kong's voice cut through the set's tension. With the call to action, the young actors resolve hardened. He was no longer an extra. This was his first real battlefield. The scene exploded into a massive, sundrrenched battlefield of charging soldiers. On the fortress walls, the defenders screamed in panicked desperation for more ammunition. But amidst the chaos, one archer focused intently on his target. He realized with dawning horror that this wasn't computer graphics. Across the field, a line of enemy riflemen took aim to fire. The gunshots were deafening as extras fell with terrifying realism. Ladder splintered and men fell screaming from the high fortress walls. A relentless wave of attackers swarmed the walls under covering fire. Yet the young actor remained strangely calm amidst the raging battle. As the fortress gates rumbled open, his turn had finally come. The veteran actors beside him stealed their nerves for the coming fight. With a thunderous roar, his unit surged forward into the fray. A deafening war cry ripped through the air as they met the enemy. An old commander's voice, strangely energetic, urged them to slaughter everyone. Then the ground itself began to pound from an unseen thundering force. The source of the tremors was a single, terrifying armored horsemen. His massive blade cleaved through soldiers with a sickening crunch of bone. Someone marveled at the incredible performance, questioning how it was even possible. The writer's blade descended, splitting a soldier clean in half. The young actor looked around, waiting for the director's call to cut. He realized with growing dread that he should already be dead. A wave of searing agony suddenly brought him to his knees. The screams were real. This brutal massacre wasn't in the script. Against all odds, the enemy forces began to retreat in defeat. A fire ignited in his eyes, reflecting the battlefield's fury. He lay among the dead, a fallen soldier soared beside him. Their cries were a mix of victory and terrorfueled warnings. A commander praised his exhausted but victorious soldiers for their incredible performance. The young actor, still dazed, wondered if he had missed the director's cut. He desperately tried to wake a fallen soldier, shouting that the scene was over. He touched the ground, commenting on the strange fake blood, but the warm, sticky liquid felt terrifyingly real on his hand. Suddenly, the corpse beneath him began to stir with a gurgling sound. The dead soldier's hand clenched shut with a sudden unnatural strength. His fingers began to twitch and tremble violently on the ground. The hands slowly rose, reaching up towards the corpse's own face. With a sickening crack, the fingers pressed into the dead man's face. The young actor stared, a cold sweat, tracing a path down his temple. His mind went blank as his eyes reflected the impossible horror. A horrified grin stretched across his face. A single beat of sweat falling. The crushing reality hit him. The soldier was truly dead. His hand trembled uncontrollably in the ever widening pool of blood. A choked sob escaped his lips as tears of terror welled in his eyes. His entire body trembled with the weight of this impossible truth. He knelt over the body, a guttural sound of horror tearing from his throat. He stood alone, the world dissolving into a blinding white haze. A strange sound echoed as something shifted beneath the bodies. The survivors began to stir, their angry voices searching for someone. A voice cut through his days, demanding to know what he was doing. A hand roughly grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to pay attention. He whipped around, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and terror. A strange burning intensity replaced the terror in his eyes. The soldier pointed a trembling finger, his words caught in his throat. He stammered something about a Mr. Kim, his voice breaking with fear. His voice cracked as he screamed that Mr. Kim was dead. The soldier frantically tried to explain the impossible horror unfolding around them. He begged him to do something, but the actor's face was a cold mask. He gripped the man's shoulder, calmly, stating that he already understood the situation. The soldier's mind raced, realizing Mr. Kim was truly dead and they needed help. His terror erupted into a desperate scream that people were actually dying. A stinging slab cut through his scream of pure terror. He desperately tried to make him understand this was a real battlefield. He screamed that thousands of people die here every single day. He grabbed a man's face, his grip silencing the desperate screams. The soldier crumpled to the ground as two others watched in disbelief. One of them bitterly questioned how many more had to die in this war. He desperately tried to convince himself this was all just a terrible dream. His eyes reflected the burning battlefield, tears carving paths through the grime. Then he was on his back, a searing pain exploding from a spear in his chest. A dark silhouette of a man loomed over him against the fiery sky. He choked back a sob, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth. A voice asked if he was all right as his body wretched from the pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, a guttural groan escaping his lips. A sharp cry of agony ripped from his throat as his vision darkened. Through the haze of pain, he saw a young woman staring at him. His fading consciousness drifted into a memory of a small girl in the woods. The child clutched a small basket, her eyes filled with a silent warning. Then the vision shattered, replaced by the gruesome reality of his wound. He swallowed hard, the reality of his wound finally sinking in. A searing flash of pain burned through his mind, overwhelming his senses. A wave of nausea hit him as he gagged on his own blood. He was a child again, calling out to a man in a dark forest. He snapped back to reality, asking what happened to the man called Mr. Kim. A heavy sigh escaped him as the weight of it all pressed down. His mind drifted to a distant memory of a woman and child. He recalled the feeling of her hands holding his so tightly. The child's innocent eyes stared up with a worried expression. He recalled his mother sitting vigil over a body shrouded in white. But even in his grief, the knowing ache of hunger was a constant torment. A fierce resolve hardened his gaze, a silent vow made in that moment. His younger self's eyes held a deep unspoken grief. A wounded soldier boasted that he would have won if he hadn't fallen. He suddenly collapsed, a scream of pure agony tearing from his throat. His mind flashed back to a grim-faced man and a bandaged child. A single torch illuminated their tense meeting in the dead of night. The sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed through the darkness. The man's voice from his memory urged him to eat something despite his grief. His younger self looked up, confused by the sudden instruction. Startled, the boy stammered in agreement, addressing the man with respect. The boy recognized the man as the famous actor Kim Yong Jin. The actor placed a firm but gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. He urged the boy to recover as their lord was leading the war himself. The actor told him to survive at all costs to protect their homeland. The young boy looked up, his voice filled with a new sense of duty. He gently patted his shoulder, urging him to recover from his deep grief. The actor turned and walked away, his heavy footsteps breaking the silence. The young boy watched him go, the actor's words echoing in his mind. He finally began to eat, a desperate act of survival amidst his sorrow. He stared silently at the food, his resolve hardening with each passing moment. Tears of grief streamed down his face as he began to eat. His back heaved with choked sobs as he forced himself to survive. His memory shifted to a young girl asking if he was from Hanyang. He confirmed with a gentle smile that he was indeed from Hanyang. Her eyes filled with longing as she expressed her wish to visit Hanyang. He reassured the young girl that she could definitely go to Hanyang. He even promised to take her there himself once everything was over. The weight of that promise from long ago filled his eyes. Her innocent gaze from that day still haunted his every thought. He pleaded with himself, hoping to wake from this endless nightmare. His memory shifted to a tense night, nervously watching the crowd. He tried to make sense of it all, recognizing the faces of other actors. Suddenly, the sharp whistle of an arrow cut through the night air. His mind flashed to a woman and child, gazing at a single guiding star. A child's desperate cry for his brother echoed through his mind. His eyes snapped open, a fierce and terrible light burning within. The memory ended with the sickening thought of an arrow striking the child. He remembered calling out desperately to a small, frightened girl. Through her tears, she had begged him to take her to Hanyang. But her final wish was left unspoken as her life faded away. A single tear traced a path through his utter devastation. His anguish exploded in a single, desperate, furious scream. The director's voice suddenly called cut, praising the incredible acting. The actress he was holding looked to be released a mask of confusion and tears as she winced in pain. His hand slowly fell away, releasing her as she watched with a worried expression. She shifted slightly, her gaze fixed on the dazed actor above her. Her face was a canvas haunted reflection of a man captured in her wide, questioning eyes. The scene abruptly shifts to the KRBS broadcasting station late at night. Inside a darkened room, the footage from the battlefield plays on a monitor. As one man nervously watches, another rewinds the actor's incredible performance. He replayed the scene over and over, his colleagues pacing nervously behind him. The man in the chair remains silent, his focus absolute and unwavering. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, the footage having confirmed his suspicions. He leaned back, demanding to know who this incredible young actor was. The assistant pointed to the screen, focusing on the raw emotional intensity. He nervously admitted he didn't know the actor's name due to his minor role. He dismissed his assistant, still wondering how a mere extra could act like that. His fingers tapped on the desk, a sign of his deep contemplation. The scene wasn't in the script, but the performance was too good to waste. The title card appeared, a chilling reminder that the movie was real. And just like that, the head shifted to the inside window in the vehicle's motion. He slowly blinked awake, his mind still clouded and hazy from sleep. He wondered if he was going crazy or if it was all just a dream. But the memories felt so vivid, sending a single tear down his cheek. He pressed the stop button, his mind still lost in the past. The bus hissed to a stop, its doors opening to the quiet street. With heavy steps, he trudged out onto the empty sidewalk. He walked without a destination, wondering what he was supposed to do now. His steps came to a halt as he questioned if he could ever act again. He tried to convince himself it was all a dream, that Mr. Kim was fine. He stopped dead in his tracks, his shoes gleaming on the sidewalk. He tilted his head back, his eyes drawn upwards towards something familiar. For some reason, the sight of his own home brought a wave of comfort. He collapsed onto his bed, the feeling of the battlefield still terrifyingly real. His mind was a complete blank, unable to process the impossible events. But then, a sudden, chilling thought struck him with startling clarity. He shot up in bed, a sudden thought piercing through the haze. With frantic clicks, he powered on his computer, his hand already on the mouse. The glow of the monitor reflected in his eyes as he typed furiously. He desperately searched for answers, looking up supernatural activity and delusions. With a defeated sigh, he admitted he was screwed and decided to get ready for work. The scene shifts to a tall building under a bright, clear sky. He looked up at the sign for the mental health clinic. He checked his wallet, finding only a single one bill inside, but a faint, determined smile still touched his lips. He let out a short, bitter laugh, deciding against the hospital. With a new destination in mind, he turned and walked away. He walked with purpose, heading into a park filled with people. He arrived at a gas station, ready for his part-time job. He threw himself into the work, washing cars to make ends meet. After a long day of hard labor, he received his meager pay. He returned to the familiar chaos of another film set. A heavy realization dawned on him that nothing had changed at all. He quickly stuffed his hard-earned cash into his pocket. A voice suddenly called out, asking if he was Mr. Keyman. He was stunned to hear that the director himself had asked to see him. In a days, he followed the man through the bustling film set. His eyes widened as he tried to process what was happening. Standing there was the legendary actor Kim Yong Jin himself. The famous actor's intense gaze seemed to pierce right through him. The actors gaze was unreadable, a silent assessment of the young man before him. They exchanged brief farewells, a promise of a future meeting hanging in the air. With that, the famous actor and his entourage turned and walked away from the set. But just as he was about to leave, the actor paused for a moment. He turned back to Keyman Xiang, mentioning his performance from the day before. With an intense look, he called the young actors performance truly unforgettable. He gently tapped Keyman Xiangs shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He turned in surprise as the legendary actor called out his name. The actor apologized for the delay as Keyman Xiang could only stammer. Yes. He eagerly followed the director, his heart pounding with anticipation. The director paused, his expression hidden behind dark sunglasses. He then asked if Kman Xiang wanted a larger part in the movie. He stammered in disbelief, barely able to repeat the director's question. A triumphant smile spread across his face. This was his moment. But behind his dark glasses, the director's lips curled into a knowing smirk. The director offered him a short but important role with speaking lines. Overcome with joy, Ki Mani promised he wouldn't let the director down. The director simply stated his complete confidence in Keyman Xiangs ability. With a bashful smile, he eagerly asked what part he would be playing. The director's words were a cold shock. A prisoner of war destined to die. Under a blood red moon, the true meaning of acting began to dawn on him. He tried to convince himself that this was the true essence of acting. As the ropes bit into his skin, he repeated the calming mantra in his mind. But he couldn't shake his unease when his concerns were brushed aside. He tried to convince himself this was all just a trick of special effects. He stealed his resolve, remembering all the hard work that led to this moment. This was the chance of a lifetime, and he refused to let it slip away. With a final command, the director signaled for the scene to begin. The entire crew watched in silence under the harsh bright set lights. His world blurred as the call to action plunged him into the role. He felt a familiar dread as if this had all happened before. The air grew thick with tension as he found himself in a new scene. A cold sweat trickled down his neck as he swallowed his fear. He saw a woman's defiant face, a single tear tracing a path of fear. An interrogator threatened to execute a female prisoner if they didn't talk. But one prisoner screamed defiantly, daring them to just kill him already. A sinister laugh escaped the interrogator as his blade gleamed menacingly. The cold steel of the blade pressed against the prisoner's vulnerable neck. He cursed the man's foolish bravery, vowing he wouldn't break under pressure. The defiant prisoner spat directly in the interrogator's face. The man simply wiped his cheek, his expression chillingly calm. The prisoner then begged Keyman Siang to kill him and end it all. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately repeating that this was only acting. The interrogator's blade flashed as it descended, reflected in a terrified eye. A dull thud echoed as the light of life vanished from the prisoner's eyes. The prisoner's body collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud. A single silent curse echoed in Keymans horrified mind. He finally realized with absolute terror that this wasn't acting at all. His body trembled uncontrollably as he called them all crazy. The interrogator moved to the next man who begged desperately for his life, but his pleas were answered only by a blood curdling scream. The interrogator turned to the woman, eager to break her defiant spirit. With a sickening slice, the blade fell again without a moment's hesitation. Key manangs mind screamed in denial as he watched the woman fall. A desperate plea escaped his lips, begging them to stop the horror. His hand clenched into a fist as he questioned their sanity. His voice finally broke, screaming for the senseless slaughter to end. A sickening thud echoed as her head rolled across the floor. He held the woman's convulsing body, a dark silhouette of death. A single trembling eye reflected the absolute horror of the massacre. His grief coalesed into a single venomous word directed at the interrogator. His sanity finally shattered in a deafening roar of absolute hatred. But his outburst was met with a silent mocking smirk from the killer. The killer took a slow deliberate step towards key manang demanding he talk. He demanded to know the way to Sansiang. His patients clearly wearing thin, but Ki Maniang screamed for him to go to hell, begging to be killed instead. The interrogators eyes burned with an unnatural predatory light. A sudden, blinding flash of light pierced the night sky. In that moment of despair, something ancient and powerful awakened within him. He resigned himself to death, asking his parents for forgiveness. His life flashed before his eyes. a series of hardships and regrets. He remembered joining the army simply because he had no other choice. He remembered his first love. Say yon, a regret he would carry to his grave. A sudden unwanted image of a kiss intruded on his final thoughts. A final scream of rage tore from his throat at his meaningless death. But the director's voice suddenly yelled cut, shattering the gruesome illusion. Ki manang could only stare, his mind completely blank from the shock. The entire crew was frozen in place, utterly speechless at what they saw. The stunned silence was suddenly broken by the sound of a single person clapping. The interrogator, now just an actor, praised his incredibly impressive performance. The entire crew erupted in applause, calling his performance absolutely insane. A staff member rushed to the director trying to explain Keyman Ciangs condition. Both the director and the actor looked around confused by the sudden uproar. Another voice cut through the noise, calling out directly to Mr. Kman. A crew member shouted in panic that Ki Maniang had passed out. The world faded back into view from the sterile quiet of a hospital room. He slowly regained consciousness, a pain groan escaping his lips. His eyes snapped open with a sudden, startling clarity. He shot upright in the bed, sweat beating on his forehead. His hand went to his neck, searching for the phantom blades cut. A woman's gentle voice asked if he was feeling better now. He looked over to see a woman sitting calmly by his hospital bed. He recognized her as Gu Yian, wondering if this was another dream. His mind conjured a strange, distorted memory of his interaction with her. He touched his neck again, still struggling to believe he was truly alive. "Go." Yan watched him in silence, her expression unreadable and concerned. She let out a soft sigh, her expression unreadable and calm. She offered him a can of coffee, a simple, unexpected gesture. With a small smile, she told him his acting was truly impressive. He watched her leave, completely baffled by her sudden departure. He scratched his head, trying to make sense of the strange situation. Then he noticed two other figures standing silently by his bed. He turned to see the director and the lead actor standing there. The man who played the interrogator offered him a small knowing smile. His mind flashed back to the director speaking with Gu Yan on set. His mind drifted back to a simpler time, working a menial part-time job. He remembered a vibrant autumn, a season full of life and promise. But that season passed, leaving only the cold, bare branches of winter. The director's voice called cut, ending another scene from his past. He remembered the director thanking everyone for their hard work on set. The director had promised to see them all again at the interviews. The memory shifted to the low murmur of a crowded waiting room. A poster for the film Hung Ru Castle hung on the wall. Keyman stood silently in the hallway, waiting for his turn. A woman's voice cut through the silence, calling for Mr. Kman. His eyes widened as he recognized the familiar voice. It was the lead actress, Miss Goju Yan, standing before him. He bowed awkwardly as she greeted him with a cheerful smile. She asked how he'd been, surprised to see him at the interviews. She gently pushed him forward, urging him into the room before it started. He found himself in a dark theater, the screen glowing brightly before him. The title card appeared. Hungrew Castle, the movie that changed everything. The audience gasped at the gruesome realism of the beheading scenes. The audience was captivated by his insane performance as his character died. They debated if the director pushed him too far, wondering if he would survive. The crowd buzzed with curiosity, wondering who this incredible rising star was. The audience whispered in awe at the terrifying realism of the on-screen deaths. But Goju Yan watched in stunned silence, completely captivated by the horror. The final scene showed a severed head lying on the blood soaked battlefield. The movie continued with a scene of victorious soldiers on the wall. Their faces were a mix of triumph, sorrow, and grim determination. Then, with a sudden click, the scene in the editing room changed. The film ended to a wave of thunderous applause from the audience. A host took the stage, asking the crowd if they enjoyed the screening. He then prepared to introduce the incredible people behind the movie. The director and main cast took the stage to thunderous applause. The host asked about the final battle, but the lead actor just laughed it off. And in the audience, Keyman Seion clapped along with a small knowing smile. He clapped along, thinking how incredible it all seemed on the big screen. He clenched his fist, vowing to be on that stage next time for sure. As he left the theater, the whispers of the crowd followed close behind him. He walked away from the theater with heavy, determined steps. He overheard the audience gushing about how incredible the movie was. They praised Kim Yun Jins performance as the perfect general, but they were more interested in the actor who played the executed prisoner. They gushed about how incredible the performance was, stunning the audience. He smiled, knowing that even without a name, his acting was unforgettable. He pressed the elevator button, feeling that this was enough for now, but a voice from behind suddenly called out his name. He turned in surprise, wondering who could possibly know him here. The woman apologized for her abruptness and asked if they could talk for a moment. She then handed him a business card, revealing her name as Yun Seio. He stared at the card, recognizing the name MS Entertainment with a jolt. He stared at the name, a single thought echoing in his mind. No way. He cautiously asked what business she could possibly have with him. With a confident smirk, she asked what else he thought she could want. She confirmed his wildest dream. She was there to scout him. The scene shifted to the towering headquarters of MS Entertainment. He stared up at the massive building, feeling completely overwhelmed by it all. He watched as another person approached him in the stark white hallway. Keyman Siang was struck by the man's incredibly handsome features. He immediately assumed the man had to be a famous celebrity. He wondered if a top agency like this had really scouted him, but he remembered the woman's professional demeanor and felt reassured. She greeted him warmly, confident that he would join their agency. He nervously thanked her for giving him this incredible opportunity. She simply smiled and suggested they finalized the contract immediately. Sitting in her office, he listened intently to the terms of the deal. She explained the complex terms of the contract with a confident smile, but he couldn't understand a single word of the legal jargon. Still, he decided to trust her, believing it was a good deal. With the complex terms explained, she urged him to sign the contract. A single thought consumed him. He was finally becoming a real actor. Without a moment of hesitation, he picked up the pen to sign. She explained that the contract was so good it was causing arguments at the agency. She pressed him, asking if he truly understood the implications of her words. But Kim Xiang was utterly lost, asking what she was even talking about. She explained that her own career was on the line for this decision. Kman Xiang was stunned by the sudden weight of her words. She clarified her faith wasn't in him, but in her own judgment. He swallowed hard, the pressure of her gamble settling on him. She smiled, saying she was entrusting her career to him now. He eagerly agreed, vowing to do his absolute best for her. With a steady hand, he began to sign the life-changing contract. But her voice cut in telling him to wait because a part was empty. Her finger tapped the document indicating the empty space on the page. Keyman Xiang looked up completely baffled by her sudden interruption. She gently chided at him for almost forgetting the most important part of the contract. With a few quick strokes, she filled in the empty space herself. He stammered in disbelief, questioning the 5 million one signing bonus. She teased him for his poor eyesight, a smirk playing on her lips. He gasped, covering his mouth as he realized he'd misread the staggering amount. She explained that for a major agency, 5 million was a small price for a gem. He stared at the contract, his mind struggling to count the zeros. The number was not 5 million but a staggering 50 million1. His eyes widened in absolute shock, unable to process the number. The reflection of 50 million1 was all he could see. With his new fortune, he immediately went on a shopping spree. He was fitted for a brand new suit, a symbol of his new life. Looking in the mirror, he saw a completely different person smiling back. His mind drifted back to a time when he was just a small, lonely child. His new life in the city was a world away from his lonely past. He immediately called his mother, reassuring her that he had sent the money. Next, he excitedly called his brother, boasting that he was finally a movie star. To celebrate his newfound success, he treated his friends to drinks. His friends peppered him with questions about his future fame. And another friend laughed, reminding them that Maniang had only just debuted. He laughed it off, congratulating his friend on his new career. He then urged them all to drink, calling for a celebration. Raising his glass, he made a toast to Manangs future success. The next morning, a bright sun signaled the start of a new day. But the incessant ringing of the doorbell woke him from his drunken sleep. He groggy peered through the peepphole, wondering who was there. He was shocked to see a man with intense eyes staring back at him. He realized with a jolt it was the celebrity he saw at MS Entertainment. The man coldly informed him that he was 10 minutes late for their meeting. The man handed over a business card from MS Entertainment. It identified him as Moon Jong Bay, a manager at the agency. Mansong suddenly remembered that a manager was supposed to pick him up. Moon Jong Bay explained that Chief Yun had personally requested him for the job. The sudden pressure of his new life began to weigh heavily on him. He nervously told the manager to speak casually since he was older, but the manager simply smiled, saying it was fine to speak informally. Many nervously agreed, a bead of sweat tracing down his temple. The manager then got down to business, revealing his first project, Hunter of the Night. The manager explained that this was the movie he was scheduled to perform in. Keyman Xiang looked down at the documents, his expression unreadable, but the document listed his role not as an actor, but as a repairman. He nervously asked what exactly the role of a repair man entailed. The manager simply smiled, his expression giving absolutely nothing away. He then bluntly stated that the character gets stabbed and dies. The manager clarified he would be stabbed multiple times by a serial killer. He tried to put it simply for the confused young actor. His role was just one of the many victims of a serial killer. Keyman Song stammered in disbelief, repeating the words serial killer. The manager clutched the script, a professional smile on his face. He insisted this was a big enough role to launch his career. A nervous tremor ran through his hand as he processed the news. With a shaking hand, he asked if he was good enough for the part. Moon Jang Bay told him to just replicate his last incredible performance. He praised his acting in the last movie, especially the gruesome beheading scene. Ki Manion flinched, a cold shiver of dread running down his spine. The manager insisted the role was perfect for him, but Manang stammered in disbelief. His hand trembled so violently that the coffee sloshed in the cup. A familiar paralyzing terror began to creep back into his mind. The gruesome memory of the execution scene flashed before his eyes. The manager then asked out of pure curiosity how he was so good at dying. The question snapped Keyman Siong back to the present with a jolt. He apologized profusely, admitting he wasn't paying attention, and asked him to repeat it. Moon Jong Bay smiled, recalling his incredible acting in the previous film. Ki Maniangs expression tensed, the memory still haunting him. The manager then praised the raw terror in his eyes as the blade fell. He finally admitted to himself that it wasn't acting at all. The manager looked on completely confused by his sudden silence. With a trembling voice, he asked if he really had to take the role. The manager's expression remained completely unfazed by his outburst. He calmly told Mansang that he didn't have to take the role. Ki Maniang stammered in disbelief, asking if he could really refuse. Moon Jong Bay calmly stated that refusing would violate his contract. The single words sent a jolt of pure shock through Kman. The manager feained disappointment, chiding him for not reading the fine print. He stared in stunned silence, completely lost by the manager's implication. The manager casually explained that it was a common mistake for rookies. The clause stated he must accept any assigned role or the contract would be nullified. Moon Jang Bay reminded him of the legally binding contract he had just signed. He stared at the page in stunned silence. The trap laid bare before him. The manager explained he would be immediately sued if he refused the role. The full weight of his mistake finally crashed down upon him. He explained, "Man Xiang must return the fee plus a 10% penalty." He added a final layer of guilt, saying he didn't expect this from him. Ki Mani was utterly speechless, the manager's words echoing in his mind. The manager's voice was cold as he stated the decision was now his to make. His toes twitched uncontrollably, a physical sign of the immense pressure he was under. His mind flashed back to happier times with his mother and friends. He collapsed back in his bed, a single curse escaping his lips. The empty room now felt like a prison of his own making. He stared at the bank statement, the 50 million one already gone. He remembered her words of trust and the clause that sealed his fate. He bit down hard, the weight of his decision crushing him. He finally sat up, a grim resolve settling over him. He pulled up the contact information for his manager, Moon Jang Bay. With a steady thumb, he pressed the call button, sealing his fate. The manager's voice came through the line after a single click. With a heavy heart, he told Mr. Bay that he would take the role. The scene then cuts back to the KRBS broadcasting station. He arrived at a crowded building, hoping he was in the right place. He pulled out his phone to doublech checkck the location his manager sent. In his hands was the script for the movie Hunter of the Night. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't actually going to die. With a deep breath, he reached for the door to the meeting room. But a hand suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, stopping him. He turned around completely confused by the sudden interruption from behind. His eyes widened in recognition as he saw who it was. The man introduced himself as Anjung Wu, the actor playing the killer. He knew the name on Jung Wu, a prodigy actor from a young age. A chilling image of the actor's blood splattered face flashed in his mind. The vision sharpened, revealing the cold, blood red eyes of a killer. He swallowed hard the terrifying vision, feeling all too real. The blood splattered face and cold, dead eyes haunted his thoughts. But the vision vanished, replaced by the actor's calm, handsome face. He let out a shaky breath, trying to regain his composure. A heavy silence hung between them as they walked down the hall. And Jang Wu finally broke the silence, his expression completely unreadable. He turned his head slightly, his expression still a complete mystery. Without another word, he simply turned and walked away down the hall. Key manang stood there, completely baffled by the bizarre encounter. He finally arrived at the designated script reading room. Inside, stacks of the movie script were neatly arranged. The room buzzed with the low murmur of the cast and crew. The room was already filled with the low murmur of conversation. The air was thick with the excited chatter of the cast and crew. He quietly slipped through the door, trying not to draw any attention. He shuffled awkwardly towards an empty seat, feeling completely out of place. His thoughts kept returning to the strange actor Anjang Wu. He recalled that the prodigy actor was younger than him, a college debut. The other actors whispered in awe, praising his insane performance in his last film. An older actress greeted him warmly, clearly familiar with the young prodigy. He was a top star, handsome and talented, known for perfecting every role he took. And now he was taking on the role of a terrifying serial killer. Keyman couldn't help but glance over at the prodigy. The script reading for Hunter of the Night was about to begin. He couldn't believe he was in the same movie as someone so amazing. He let out a small sigh, wondering when he would ever reach that level. But for now, he knew he had to focus on the script in his hands. The other actors whispered, recognizing him from his role in Hungrew Castle. They speculated whether he was a new talent or a late bloomer. Another group excitedly praised his chilling performance in the execution scene. They whispered that his incredible performance was almost entirely at but Ki Manang kept his head down trying to focus on the script. Suddenly the actor beside him Kimchan Wu nervously stood up. A voice from the front of the room called out his name, breaking his concentration. He looked up from his script, a questioning sound escaping his lips. He answered the summons, still unsure of what was happening. The man was Kimchan Wu, one of Korea's most respected movie stars. He was a late bloomer with an incredible filmography and several massive hits. The veteran actor kindly told the flustered Keyman Seang to stay seated. The veteran actor reached out, introducing himself with a warm handshake. Keyman Seang stammered his own name, shaking the hand of the famous actor. But a moment later, he fell silent, his thoughts drifting elsewhere. He sat silently, his mind still focused on the prodigy actor on Jung Wu. He wondered how the young prodigy would portray a serial killer. His gaze sharpened as he considered the terrifying role. A voice cut through the room as the director finally arrived, apologizing for being late. The director then began to dive right to know each other on set. The director instructed everyone to turn to the second page of the script. An actor began reading the scriptctor assigned to a dark jung. The two actors began reading their lines for the first scene. Jang Dio Hun read his part as a father stressed about finances. But on Jang Wus sharp question caught him completely off guard. Anjangg Wus voice suddenly turned sharp and aggressive, startling everyone. The veteran actor stammered, completely thrown by the prodigy's chilling performance. He tried to continue his lines, but the raw menace felt terrifyingly real. Anjang Wus sudden outburst of rage left the room in stunned silence. The director broke the tension with applause, praising the prodigy's incredible talent. He then quickly moved the reading along to the very next scene. The reading continued with the next scene featuring a husband and wife, but on Jang Wus voice cut in with a chillingly calm tone. The other actors voice cracked with fear as he responded to the line. The prodigy's calm delivery completely unnerved the veteran actor beside him. Key manangs eyes sparkled with awe at the prodigy's raw talent. The director then called his name, announcing it was time for the taxi scene. Keyman Xiang snapped to attention, confirming it was his turn to read. His eyes widened as he felt the immense weight of everyone's gaze. The entire room was silent, every single person staring directly at him. The other actors began whispering, their curiosity suddenly peaked. A low murmur filled the room as all eyes turned towards him. The director watched with a knowing smile, eager to see his performance. Onjang Wu turned his head, his cold gaze fixed on Kimmania. A cold sweat trickled down his face under the immense pressure. He swallowed hard, the sound echoing in the dead silent room. He quickly flipped through the script, his hands trembling slightly. He tried to read his lines, but the words caught in his throat. A wave of nausea hit him as the other actors urged him to leave. The memory shifted to a drunken night being kicked out of a taxi by the driver. His drunken gaze fell upon a mysterious black plastic bag on the ground. A blood curdling scream tore from his throat at the horrifying sight. The other actors whispered that his performance was worse than they expected. They tried to rationalize that it was just a script reading, but the director watched on his expression completely unreadable. But on Jeng Wu watched on, a faint knowing smirk on his lips. Keyman Xiang stared down at the script, his mind completely blank. He cursed himself, wondering why he couldn't do anything right. A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, breaking his train of thought. It was Kimchan Wu who told him he must be feeling nervous. The veteran actor kindly told him not to worry and to just relax. He managed a grateful smile, though he was confused by the kindness. But from across the table, Anjang Wus sharp gaze was fixed on him. Ki Maniang felt the intense stare and looked up completely baffled. He couldn't understand why the prodigy was still staring at him like that. He struggled to regain his focus, his lines blurring on the page. The reading continued, another actor's voice filling the tense silence. The actors all bury their faces back into their scripts, the tension palpable. And just like that, the long and arduous script reading finally came to an end. He let out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors slid shut behind him. He reflected on the grueling script reading, "The tight shooting schedule looming ahead. A sudden car horn startled him as his manager, Moon Jang Bay, called out." The manager offered a brief word of praise, telling him to get in the car. Ki Maniang asked if this was also part of his contract. The manager casually reminded him he'd dropped him off before. The scene shifted to a quiet, star-filled night sky. The director's voice cut through the silence, signaling the start of the scene. The hooded killer lunged forward, catching him completely by surprise. The blade plunged deep into his side with a sickening, brutal force. But the director's voice suddenly yelled, "Cut!" ending the brutal scene. He clapped with a satisfied smile, calling the take a success. The prodigy actor joined in, thanking everyone for their hard work. The director called for one more scene before they moved to the next location. Keyman froze, completely caught off guard by the sudden announcement. The director then called his name for the first witness murder scene. He stammered in confusion, asking why they were shooting the scene now. With a smile, the director explained it was a way to cut production costs. He stuttered in disbelief, realizing he had to film the scene right away. He clutched the script, his breath catching in his throat. His hands trembled as he frantically flipped through the pages. The script described a death too brutal, too violent to be faked. A cold sweat trickled down his back as he stood there completely frozen. The director then gave the chilling instruction for Anjang Wu to deliver 13 stabs. The prodigy actor simply agreed with a chilling smirk, ready to begin. The director called out his name, and Kman could only stammer in response. The prodigy actor then asked him a simple terrifying question. Was he ready? With a trembling voice, he agreed just as the director called for action. But the director's call was cut short as another actor fumbled his part. He felt the air grow cold. Knowing he couldn't afford to lose his focus. With the mistake corrected, the director once again called for action. The scene exploded into a chaotic blur of movement and violence. The camera focused on a desolate back alley under a cold night sky. He realized with a jolt that something about this scene was different. A sudden wave of nausea and a splitting headache washed over him. His vision swam as he looked up at the sky in a days. He found himself on a dark rooftop with no idea how he got there. He questioned why he was running, his heart pounding in his chest. He came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the empty street. Frantically, he scanned his surroundings, trying to make sense of it all. His feet pounded the pavement as he ran for his life. He gasped for air, his body moving on pure instinct. But he was being watched, a clear target in someone's sights. His footsteps echoed loudly as he ran through the deserted alleyway. A cold red eye watched him through the crosshairs of a scope. He suddenly froze in place, his body refusing to move another step. He panted heavily, completely disoriented by the sudden shift. A shocking realization dawned on him as his mind reeled. His mind was filled with vivid memories he had never experienced. He wondered if these vivid memories were somehow from the script. A chilling certainty washed over him, confirming his suspicion. He was experiencing the actual memories of the character he was playing. He was a child again, peeking around a corner with fearful eyes. He watched as another boy in an alley called out for his mother. He cursed his bad luck for bumping into a strange hooded figure, but the figure's calm response sent a shiver down his spine. A single menacing eyes stared back from beneath the dark hood. The hooded figure slowly turned his head with a chilling quiet sound. The memory shifted to a desolate, empty courtyard under a dark sky. The young boy could only stare in stunned absolute silence. He peakedked out from behind the wall, his eyes wide with fear. The figure's hand slowly reached into the pocket of his dark coat. It emerged, clutching the cold, sharp steel of a deadly blade. He stammered in disbelief, realizing the figure held a deadly knife. The hooded figure advanced, ignoring the boy's terrified questions. He scrambled backwards, desperately begging for his life and screaming for help. The blade flashed through the air, followed by a sickening spray of blood. Blood dripped onto the cold ground as the boy's please faded to a whisper. The killer sneered. The killer telling him this was his job. Finally done. The young boy could only watch an absolute paralyzing terror. He had seen everything from his hiding spot in the dark alley. The boy's body went rigid, his hand frozen in midair. His eyes widened in shock as a horrifying realization dawned on him. The killer's foot crushed something on the ground with a sickening crunch. He was completely frozen, his mind reeling from the horrifying scene. The killer's cold, dead eyes suddenly locked directly onto his. The killer's foot stomped down again. A final act of brutal finality. A wave of pure terror washed over the boy as their eyes met. Without a second thought, he turned and bolted from the alley. Desperately, he sprinted away, not daring to look back at the killer. He pressed himself against the wall, his lungs burning for air. The boy's memory confirmed his worst fear to murder. The vision feeling terrifyingly real. He snapped back to the present, his head whipping around in confusion. His mind reeled as he tried to understand what was happening to him. He flinched as the character's memories began to bleed into his own. He whipped his head around, the horrifying memories still fresh in his mind. Then he heard the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps echoing in the alley. His eyes narrowed as he saw the killer from his vision walking towards him. He turned and ran, his feet pounding against the cold, hard pavement. The boy's memory flashed to the chaos of the police arriving at the scene. He finally stopped, gasping for air as the terror of what he saw set in. He finally stopped, his lungs burning as he gasped for air. The horrifying image of the murder was seared into his young mind. But in that moment, his fear sharpened into a cold, grim resolve. He questioned the sudden shift, a single word echoing in his mind. The world around him dissolved into a hazy, unfamiliar memory. Fragmented memories of a public bath in Dajin flooded his mind. The memories were a jumble of signs from a neighborhood in Day. He wondered why he was seeing memories of a man named Jir. He questioned why he was suddenly in den completely lost and confused. He found himself walking up to a young student on the street. He stopped her, explaining that he had something important to ask. But his strange question about the current year only confused the girl. He desperately asked her to please tell him what year it was. He was stunned when she pulled out an ancient Motorola static phone. A chilling realization washed over him as he stared at the old device. The girl showed him the date on her phone, confirming his worst fears. The screen clearly displayed the date, October 17th, 1995. He was in 1995, the year the murder he just witnessed took place. A sudden shocking realization finally dawned on him in that moment. He finally understood the true nature of the movie script. The script wasn't fiction. It was based on a real unsolved murder case. His mind raced, struggling to comprehend the impossible situation. The Yang Ju serial killer case from 1995 was still officially unsolved. He realized with dawning horror that he was now living in that exact time period. He wandered the streets of the past. A ghost in his own timeline. The same fragmented memories of the dodging neighborhood flooded his mind. A throbbing pain hit him. A sense that something was happening all over again. A hazy memory of a woman and a child surfaced in his mind. He questioned if this was his family, but knew it was the character's memory. His gaze sharpened with a dawning, terrifying understanding. His feet moved on their own, guided by a life that was not his. The streets of 1995 Daen were a hazy, distorted memory. His steps finally led him to a specific apartment building at night. He wondered if this was the place from the character's past. He let out a sigh, feeling an urge to go inside and check. His footsteps echoed as he walked towards the apartment entrance. The building stood before him exactly as it was in the memory. He began to climb the stairs, his expression grim and focused. Each step echoed in the stairwell, a slow and deliberate sound. He arrived at the apartment building, a place pulled from a forgotten memory. His feet came to a sudden stop right in front of the apartment door. He stood before the door, a silent witness to a life he never lived. He let out a heavy sigh, his hand clenching in hesitation. With a steady finger, he reached for the apartment's doorbell. He pressed down hard, the click echoing in the quiet stairwell. He called out for them to wait. As the door slowly creaked open, a woman's warm voice welcomed him back, calling him her husband, he flinched back, a cold sweat breaking out on his temple. A young boy's voice called out to him, running with open arms. But the warmth of the memory was a stark contrast to his current terror. His wife from the past urged him to hurry and change for dinner. He could only stare, the character's life feeling terrifyingly real. The son excitedly begged his father to take him to the expo that weekend. But the happy memory only sharpened the grim reality of his situation. His wife from the past noticed his strange behavior, asking what was wrong. He could only apologize, the weight of this false life crushing him. He turned away, leaving the memory of his family shocked and confused. He walked away from the apartment, trying to escape the suffocating memory. His pace quickened as he tried to outrun the life that wasn't his. But he stopped, realizing there was nowhere for him to run. He finally stopped in a deserted parking lot, gasping for air. He found himself in a desolate playground, sitting alone on a swing. He wondered how a family he never knew could feel so real to him. He forced himself to think, to make sense of his new reality. The movie was based on a real serial killer case and day, but he was experiencing the actual events, not a script. He realized he wasn't just an actor, but one of the actual victims. He was completely lost with no idea what he should do next. The sun rose, signaling the start of another day in the past. His feet dragged heavily as he walked through the unfamiliar streets. A memory surfaced, leading him to the character's old workplace. He paced back and forth, hesitating to enter the building. He had the memories but no idea how to act on them. He wandered aimlessly, completely lost in this unfamiliar time. He decided to find an internet cafe to research the original case. He stepped inside, recognizing the retro internet cafe from old pictures. The bulky computer was a shocking relic from a bygone technological era. He navigated the primitive interface, hoping to find news about the murder case. He searched frantically, but found no articles about the murder. He realized the news of the crime hadn't broken yet. According to his memory, the murder should have happened yesterday. The old chair groaned as he leaned back, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He shot up from his seat, realizing he had to go to the crime scene himself. Under the darkening sky, he began his search for the murder alley. He was sure this was the alley from the horrifying memory. The encroaching darkness made it hard to find the exact spot, but he came to a sudden stop, finally recognizing the location. A terrifying thought struck him. If he died here, it would be real. He took another step forward, his foot landing with a thud, but he froze. Seeing the alley cordoned off with police tape, he realized with chilling certainty that he might actually die here. A sudden impulse made him reach out towards the police tape. But he quickly turned, deciding to find another way to get information. But then he saw the hooded figure from his memory walking away. The figure turned, revealing a single cold and menacing eye. His eyes widened as he finally came face to face with the killer. The killer's gaze was cold and unfeilling, locking onto his target. Key manang stared back, his own eyes wide with pure terror. He swallowed hard, a cold sweat tracing the line of his jaw. The killer walked past him, his footsteps echoing in the silent alley. A cold sweat ran down his face as the hooded figure passed by. He wondered why the killer didn't seem to recognize him at all. A chilling realization began to dawn on him in that moment. A single curse escaped his lips as the killer loomed behind him. He was trapped in the past, facing the ghost of the real killer. The killer's voice was a low whisper, asking if he remembered him. Keyman Siang stammered, telling the killer to wait as he backed away. The killer's eye twitched, a subtle sign of his growing impatience. Keymans eyes sharpened as he faced the killer headon. The killer's hand moved in a blur, unshathing a deadly knife. The terrifying question echoed in his mind. Was this really his end? A sudden, chilling realization dawned in his terrified eyes. The blade plunged into him again and again in a brutal blur. A single insane thought cut through the searing agony of the attack. He desperately begged for the attack to stop. His hands useless against the killer. His life faded with a final, desperate plea for someone to help him. Blood stained the ground. an echo of his final unheard cry for help. But the director's voice suddenly shattered the illusion, yelling, "cut the blinding lights of the set returned." The crew watched in silence as the brutal scene lost in the role. He desperately begged for someone to hold back his hood, completely baffled by his co-stars reaction, but Keyman Siangs eyes were distant. Still trapped in the horrifying memory, the director's voice called out again, trying to break through his days. He gasped for air, the shocking realization that he was still alive hitting him. But the phantom pain of the blade felt terrifyingly, undeniably real. He instantly regretted his decision, wishing he'd never taken the part. But his fear was replaced by a sudden, chilling clarity. He finally understood the connection to the Digin serial killer case. He pulled out his phone and searched for the Dajun serial killer case. The articles confirmed that everything he had just experienced was real. This meant the killer he faced was also a real person. A crew member's voice cut through his days, calling out his name. The man explained the director was asking for one more take of the scene. He looked over to see the director watching the monitor with a pleased smile. The monitor showed the brutal stabbing, a perfect take of raw violence. The director's gaze was fixed, analyzing every single frame of the performance. He finally spoke, saying the acting was fine, but the mood felt boring. The assistant director disagreed, thinking the take looked perfectly fine, but the director overruled him, insisting they do one more take. He then glanced over, his sharp eyes fixed on key man. The scene shifted as they moved to the next shooting location. He stammered in disbelief, asking if they really had to do another take. The crew member explained the director wanted even more realism. His eyes widened as he understood the director's chilling request. The crew moved to the next location, a dark and desolate street. He stood alone, the weight of his new reality crushing him completely. Key manang watched the hooded figure walk away into the night. He knew he had to see the face hidden beneath that dark hood. With a grim resolve, he began to follow the killer from a distance. A chilling thought crossed his mind. Could this be the real killer? He stepped in front of the man, blocking his path in the dark alley. The killer's voice was a low whisper, asking if he recognized him. A single curse escaped his lips as the horrifying truth settled in. An overwhelming fear rooted him to the spot, unable to move a muscle. His mind was a chaotic storm of doubt, weighing every terrifying possibility. A brutal vision of the stabbing filled his mind, a warning of his fate. He realized with dawning horror that he couldn't move a single muscle. The killer thanked him for making himself so easy to find. He finally broke free, spinning around and sprinting for his life. A sharp sound echoed as the killer revealed his gleaming knife. He glanced back in terror, his eyes wide with disbelief. The world around him began to blur and distort once more. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as his senses completely overloaded. Then everything went black. A single brutal impact striking him. A raw scream of agony echoed as he found himself in the pouring rain. He desperately pleaded for it to stop, his voice a horse whisper. The world zoomed out, revealing his crumpled body on the wet pavement. His consciousness finally slipped away into the cold, unforgiving darkness. A voice in his head mocked him for his own cowardice. His body slumped forward, completely drained of all hope and energy. He let out a bitter laugh, realizing he hadn't even tried to fight back. He was suddenly face to face with the director and his assistant. The director called his name, repeating that the acting itself was fine. Still dazed, he could only manage a weak and confused response. The director told him to channel the will to live, not just passively die. He wanted the desperation of a family man to make the killer seem more evil. With a newfound resolve, he agreed to try the scene one more time. The killer's voice was a low taunt, thanking him for being an easy target. He still couldn't get used to it, but he vowed to succeed this time. The killer's hand tightened around the hilt of the cold steel blade. He desperately called out, begging the killer to just wait a second, but the hooded figure ignored him, his footsteps echoing in the alley. He demanded to know why the killer targeted innocent people. The killer paused, asking how he could possibly know that. A sudden, chilling realization dawned on him in that moment. The killer asked if he'd seen the other murders. Questioning what he was, Kimongang decided his only option for now was to stall for time. He spun on his heel and sprinted away, hoping to buy a few precious seconds. But the hooded killer immediately gave chase, a relentless shadow in the night. But the killer simply sat down, his expression completely unbothered by the chase. Keyman risked a terrified glance back, expecting the killer to be right there. A sharp metallic sound echoed in the alley, stopping him in his tracks. A knife whizzed past his head, making him curse in sheer terror. He bolted again, his mind screaming for a way out of this nightmare. Ahead of him, a bright light shone at the end of the dark alleyway. He screamed, realizing that since things had already gone this far, he knew in that moment that it was truly now or never. His fear vanished, replaced by a cold and steely resolve. He threw his own punch, deciding to fight back for once. He crumpled to the pavement, the impact jarring his senses. Lying on the cold ground, his mind suddenly became crystal clear. But the killer's eyes widened in shock at his victim's sudden calm. He straddled Keyman Siang, raising the knife for the final fatal blow. Blood splattered as the cold steel plunged into his flesh once more. But in that moment, his eyes snapped open with a chilling new clarity. His hand shot out, grabbing the killer's face with impossible speed. The killer's face contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated shock. He realized this man was the actual Daen serial murder cases culprit. He was face to face with the ghost of a real uncut killer. But the director's voice suddenly yelled, "Cut!" shattering the moment. The director's voice boomed, praising his incredible performance. He called the take absolutely perfect, his excitement clear. But on Jang Wu watched on, a chilling thought crossing his mind. He collapsed onto his bed. The day's events finally catching up to him. His mind was consumed by the Daen serial murder case. But even in sleep, the horrifying memories offered him no escape. The killer's terrifying face loomed in his nightmares. A vision of pure evil, the glint of the cold steel blade was the last thing he saw. He shook his head, desperately trying to dismiss the impossible thought. He had to know if the real location from 1995 still existed. With a grim expression, he looked up the address of the crime scene. The bus sped down the highway, taking him to the source of his nightmare. The bus sign confirmed his destination was the city of D. He let out a heavy sigh, questioning his own impulsive decision. Soon enough, the bus pulled into the Dejun terminal complex. He stepped off the bus, finally arriving in the modern city of Dej. The streets were almost unrecognizable after so many years had passed. He began his search for the alley, hoping it still existed somewhere. He thought the neighborhood looked almost exactly the same as in his memory. He peakedked around a corner, searching for the exact spot from his vision. He spotted the small hole in the wall where the boy had watched the murder. He stared in disbelief. Realizing the hole was still there after all this time. With his suspicions confirmed, he immediately went to the local police station. But the officer on duty immediately questioned if he was a reporter. He stammered, denying he was a reporter, but struggling to explain his presence. The officer questioned his interest in a case so close to its statute of limitations. He then suggested they go to the crime scene. A desperate plan forming in his mind. The officer let out a heavy sigh, reluctantly agreeing to the strange request. The officer led him outside to the patrol car, ready to investigate. The patrol car drove through the quiet streets, heading for the crime scene. They arrived at the alley, the same place from his horrifying memory. The officer grumbled in annoyance, but Keyman Siong was lost in thought. He pointed to a spot, claiming that's where the witness had been hiding. The officer turned, questioning how he could possibly know such a detail. But Key Man's next words left him completely stunned. The officer slowly removed his glove, finally taking the claim seriously. He revealed the exact location of the long-hidden murder weapon. The scene shifted to a sterile interrogation room back at the station. The officer sat across from him, ready to hear the whole story. The artist's pen moved swiftly, capturing the killer's face from his memory. He and the officer watched intently as the killer's face slowly emerged. The officer was stunned by his unbelievable claim of seeing it in a dream. The officer confirmed that Ki Manang was an actor in a movie about the case. His superior then asked about the results of the blood test from the recovered weapon. The officer grimly stated that seven people had died at the hands of this killer. The officers wondered if the victim's spirits were helping solve the case. He nodded along as the artist continued to refine the killer's portrait. The final sketch was a perfect chilling likeness of the killer's face. The officer's blood ran cold as he stared at the completed sketch. His superior officer asked what was wrong. Completely baffled by his sudden reaction, he yelled that the man in the sketch was the very first suspect in the case. The superior officer roared, demanding that everyone be gathered at once. Keyman Siang stepped outside, the station now buzzing with sudden activity. A flood of officers rushed past him, scrambling to follow their orders. He watched the chaos unfold. his part in this strange case seemingly complete. His feet felt heavy as he trudged away from the now frantic police station. But his steps led him back to a familiar place, the apartment from his memories. He stood before the apartment, haunted by the memory of a family he never had. The building was still standing, a physical anchor to his terrifying visions. He turned away, questioning what he had even hoped to accomplish by coming here. He decided it was best to just leave this place behind. But as he turned to go, he saw a familiar-looking couple ahead. A jolt of recognition hit him as he saw their faces. The woman was the wife from his memory, her face now etched with time. The young boy had grown into a man, a living echo of a forgotten past. He watched the victim's real family, a ghost witnessing a life he'd only dreamed. The son excitedly told his mother that the police had finally found a suspect. But her weary expression showed that the news brought her no comfort. He watched them walk away from the apartment, their pain palpable. The next morning arrived, the sky a deceptively peaceful blue. But Kimmansuang was trapped in a restless, fitful sleep. His phone sat silently on the table, awaiting a crucial call. He woke with a sudden jolt, a low grown escaping his lips. Just then, his phone lit up, vibrating urgently on the nightstand. He quickly sat up and grabbed the device, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw the four missed calls, assuming he was just tired from his trip. but his eyes widened in confusion as the phone continued to buzz. The screen showed he was calling the Daiin police station back. He answered the call and the officer on the other end identified himself. The officer hesitated for a moment, unsure how to deliver the news. He explained they needed to confirm the identity of the informant in the case. The officer explained the difficult situation they were now facing. The news was already swarming with reporters demanding to know the informant's identity. Keyman Seang could only utter a single word in complete disbelief. He questioned what the officer was even talking about. Utterly bewildered. His TV showed a live news report about a cat found at the crime scene. A breaking news alert suddenly flashed. The Dejan serial killer had been caught. His eyes were fixed on the screen, his mind reeling from the broadcast. The news anchor explained the police were protecting the informant's identity, but they had given him a new name, a reporter called Park Sanang Ho. The reporter announced a shocking new lead, linking the informant to the movie. He confirmed the film was The Hunter of the Night by director Eugene Su. Ki Maniang sat in stunned silence, completely at a loss for words. He muttered to himself, realizing he had just made a terrible mistake. His feet moved on their own, leading him down into the subway station. The train rumbled on as he sat alone, lost in his heavy thoughts. He scrolled through the news, seeing the movie's explosive popularity firsthand. A heavy weight settled on him as he processed the overwhelming news. He had begged the officer to protect his identity at all costs. He tried to reassure himself that things hadn't gotten any worse. His feet carried him to the MS building, his talent agency. He kept his head down as he walked through the main entrance. His manager met him, but he insisted on taking the subway alone. The manager asked with concern if anyone had recognized him. But he brushed it off, certain that no one would know his face. His manager praised his acting, revealing seven new scenarios were already waiting for him. He shouted that he would never again take a role where his character dies. Taken it back, the manager quickly calmed him down and agreed to his terms. The manager revealed a big interview opportunity with Celebrity World magazine. The reporter assigned to him was the notoriously famous Han Chaiwan. She was known throughout the industry as the infamous scoop ghost. The manager explained that Han Chaiwan had personally insisted on meeting him. He reluctantly agreed and was ushered into the interview room. Inside, the infamous reporter was already waiting for him at a table. His manager gestured towards the woman, introducing her with a bright smile. Honiwans first words were a sharp back-handed compliment about his looks. The manager then asked her to please take care of him during his first interview. She agreed with a confident smile, her eyes closed in amusement. His manager then excused himself, leaving the two of them alone in the room. Honchais smile returned as she finally addressed Keyman Xiang directly. He could only manage a nervous one-word reply to her greeting. She then asked if he knew the movie's success was all because of him. The unexpected question left him completely stunned and at a loss for words. She teased him, saying his role as the real informant made the movie a hit, but her tone suddenly shifted, asking how he knew the killer's face. Her gaze sharpened as she asked if the detective's story about a dream was true. A single tear escaped his eye as he was left utterly speechless. The tense moment was broken by a waiter bringing their drinks to the table. She smiled, insisting he tell her the rest of his unbelievable story. A heavy silence fell over the table after the waiter walked away. She then began the interview with a surprisingly simple question about his acting dreams. She tried to disarm him, claiming to be a huge fan of his unique acting style. He could only agree his unique acting was truly something else. They sat opposite each other as the formal interview finally began. She watched him with a knowing smile while he remained tense and guarded. He reluctantly agreed, thanking her as the interview finally concluded. She gave him a playful wink, promising they would meet again soon. But as she walked away, he couldn't shake a feeling of deep unease. She left the cafe with a confident smile. Already working on her next move, she excitedly pitched her special scoop, demanding an interview with the killer. Meanwhile, Keyman Xiang was completely unaware of the reporter's dangerous plan. The manager noticed his unease, commenting on the difficulty of his first interview. Ki Mani could only offer a vague and distracted reply. He then announced a meeting with the CEO to choose his next big project. The manager told him he had other plans and left him to go alone. The elevator display glowed red as it ascended to the seventh floor. Ki Maniang waited in front of the elevator, ready to meet the CEO. A sharp distinct sound of footsteps suddenly caught his attention. He looked up to see the famous actress Son Hana walking towards him. He was stunned realizing she was also signed with his agency. He stood awkwardly beside her as they waited for the elevator to arrive. The doors slid open with a quiet mechanical hum, breaking the silence. He recalled hearing she was the most expensive actress in the industry. They stood in an awkward silence as the elevator began to ascend. San Ha now gracefully removed her glasses, her expression unreadable. She then carefully placed them inside her designer handbag. He glanced over as she flipped through a script titled The Lady of the Sane River. The elevator doors opened on the 10th floor to reveal a woman waiting for them. The woman greeted Son Hana na with a bright smile. Surprised to see her so early, she explained she was early and asked to see representative Han. The woman assured her that the representative was eagerly waiting for her. Her gaze then shifted to Ki Maniang who stood awkwardly nearby. The woman turned to Son Hana asking if she knew Kman se Has gaze was cold as she identified him as a supporting actor. Without another word, she turned her back on him completely. The woman let out a nervous laugh, asking him to please wait. She explained that the famous actress had arrived much earlier than scheduled. He was told to wait outside the representative's room for his turn. He realized even department heads had to bow to Son Hana's status. He waited patiently outside the representative's office, lost in thought. The representative's door swung open as Son Hana emerged from the room. The representative shared a warm laugh with the famous actress. She walked away without a single glance back in his direction. The representative finally turned to him, apologizing for the long wait. The representative explained that Son Ha was the company's ace, asking for his understanding. He sat down in the lavish office, facing the AY's representative. The representative warmly greeted him, revealing he had a specific role in mind for him. The representative said he wanted this private meeting for a specific reason. Key manang could only offer a nervous and uncertain reply, but their conversation was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. The representative fanned out several new scripts across the table. He assured him that he was now in high demand by top directors. Key manong flinched, stunned by the sudden turn his career had taken. He recoiled in shock, the memories of the murder case flooding back. A cold sweat broke out as he desperately asked for another option. But the representative happily offered other scripts with equally grim titles. He could tell just from the titles that they were all dark and grim. The representative asked what was wrong, explaining the roles were chosen for him. Keyman admitted he didn't want to take any more dying roles. His strange request left the representative and his assistant completely baffled. He tried to explain, saying he wanted to try different genres of acting. The representative considered his words a thoughtful look on his face. The representative then proposed a completely different type of project for him. He slid a script across the table titled The Lady of the Sane River. It wasn't a movie, but a TV drama from a highly successful writer. He learned the lead role was already taken by the famous song Hana. But a supporting role was open, acting alongside Goian again. The name brought back a memory of the actress Go Yian. The representative's gaze was sharp as he asked if he could do it. He nervously replied that he would need to review the script first. The script described the role of a genius artist adopted in France. He began taking French lessons to prepare for his new role, but he struggled with the pronunciation, finding the language incredibly difficult. The representative had told him he needed to sound like a native speaker. His tutor told him to just focus on getting the pronunciation perfect. She tried to reassure him that they could always dub his lines later, but the difficult lessons left him feeling completely drained and frustrated. He knew he had one month to at least pretend to be fluent. Time passed as he threw himself completely into his preparations. His research led him to stand before the Alhhamra Art Academy. He decided to learn the basics of drawing, even if they used a double. He entered the art studio and greeted the instructor with a polite bow. But when he picked up a brush, he had no idea where to even begin. He started with the most basic exercises, drawing line after line. The instructor showed him the fundamentals, guiding his inexperienced hands. days turned into weeks of grueling practice for both art and French. On the day of the shoot, he sat silently in the car, completely exhausted. The manager asked why he was so nervous, but he admitted his French was still awkward, but the manager told him not to worry since his lines would be dubbed over. He let out a sigh, admitting he wasn't ready for his first drama. The manager tried to reassure him, saying he had prepared enough. They arrived at an enormous set built just for the drama. Key manong was in awe of the massive Europeanstyle set. The manager smiled seeing his actors impressed reaction. He then revealed they would be filming some scenes in France itself. He told the manager with a smile that his preparations would be complete tomorrow. The manager told him not to be nervous since they were only filming simple scenes. A staff member hurried them along, telling them to go greet the headwriter. He bowed deeply, formally greeting the drama's headwriter and director. But the writer immediately criticized him, saying his French was terrible. She questioned how he could sound so bad after living in France for 20 years. The director tried to smooth things over, changing the script on the fly, but she gave him a final warning to improve or lose the part. The tense conversation ended as they moved on to the massive drama set. Songhana finally made her grand entrance onto the drama set. The crew immediately rushed over, fawning over the famous actress's beauty. But Keyman Siang watched on, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. A cold can of coffee was suddenly thrust towards his face. The icy metal shocked him as it was pressed against his cheek. He yelled in surprise, wondering who had given him the drink. He stared at the cold can, still processing the sudden interruption. It was Gju Yan who greeted him with a bright, cheerful smile. He turned away, but she noticed his mood and asked if he was angry. "Go Yan explained with a sheepish smile. She was just glad to see him. She revealed she was the model for the coffee, surprised he hadn't seen her commercial." A crew member's voice cut in, asking if he was ready to start filming. He nodded in acknowledgement, ready to begin the first scene. The crews voices echoed as everyone scrambled to their positions. The scene was set. He and Son Hana would walk past Gu Yang. The director called ready, and the three actors took their positions for the scene. But as soon as the director yelled action, the world began to distort. His vision flipped and he was suddenly staring at the real Eiffel Tower. He was no longer on a set, but standing on a bustling street in France. He figured if he could travel to the past, this wasn't so unbelievable. But his thoughts were interrupted by a small girl calling out to him. The little girl shily asked if he would please draw her picture. He agreed on the condition that she'll get her mother's permission first. He was stunned, realizing the French words were flowing out naturally. The girl's mother gave a warm smile and thanked him for his kindness. He realized his French was no longer a problem, but his drawing skills were. He held the charcoal pencil, a new challenge suddenly before him. But his hand moved with a sudden, impossible grace. He held the charcoal pencil with a newfound, steady confidence. The tip of the pencil touched the paper with a delicate tap. His hand glided across the page, drawing a perfect, fluid line. The little girl watched him, her eyes wide with pure amazement. The sketch came to life under his impossibly skilled hands. He drew with a speed and precision that defied all logic. The girl thanked him profusely, amazed by the lifelike portrait he'd created. He watched them walk away, still trying to process his impossible new talent. A woman's voice suddenly complimented his incredible drawing skills. His gaze shifted, locking onto the source of the unexpected praise. A gentle, knowing smile played across her lips as she watched him. The woman asked if he would be willing to draw her portrait as well. She gave him a playful wink, her expression full of confidence. But Key Man could only stare back, utterly at a loss for words. The woman suddenly asked in Korean if he was from her home country. But when he tried to answer, he realized he couldn't speak a word. He understood it was because his character wasn't supposed to know Korean. He explained in French that he was adopted and his Korean was rusty. After she apologized, he kindly offered to draw her portrait for her. She accepted with a bright and enthusiastic smile on her face. He focused on the canvas, ready to begin the woman's portrait. She held her pose, a serene and beautiful smile on her face. Then the world shifted and he was peeking from behind a door. He was now watching the woman from before. Her expression unreadable. He peeked out, realizing he was seeing a memory from the past. Her blue eyes were fixed on something with a heartbreaking intensity. He was now seeing the past through the eyes of his character. The woman's blue eyes widened with a sudden, dawning realization. Her expression was a mix of sorrow and longing as she stared at a painting. He was completely lost in the moment, drawing her with an artist's focus. But the director's voice suddenly shattered the illusion, yelling, "Cut!" The world dissolved, revealing the bare, unfinished frame of the drama set. Son Hana turned to look at him, her expression unreadable. Goju Yan gasped in awe, exclaiming how incredible his drawing was. She asked in disbelief where he had possibly learned to draw so well. But Son Hana watched him with a cold and calculating gaze. With the scene complete, the actors and crew began to leave the set. The director praised his unbelievable French and promised to increase his screen time. The writer then asked if he could also play the piano for the role. The director suggested using a substitute, but the writer wanted him to play. He confidently declared that he could play the piano, shocking them both. He figured since drawing worked out, playing the piano would somehow be the same. The writer and director were completely floored by his sudden, baseless confidence. But Son Hana watched from the sidelines with a cold, suspicious gaze. Her gaze followed him, a silent challenge passing between them. Her sharp eyes narrowed, trying to understand his sudden confidence. A new calculating thought began to form in her mind. The director and writer immediately began fawning over Son Hana's performance, but she remained completely unimpressed by their sicopantic praise. Before he knew it, they were on a plane headed for France. He couldn't relax on the flight while Son Hana slept soundly nearby. He glanced over to see the famous actress snoring softly in her seat. He was surprised to find himself fluently declining a drink in French. He realized the skills from his roles were bleeding into his real life. He wondered if this power could be used for something more, like a hero. He quickly shook his head, dismissing such a ridiculous idea, but he couldn't deny the strange things that were happening to him. The plane finally landed, bringing him to the streets of France. He looked out the window as the plane descended over the city of Paris. His hand reached out, almost touching the iconic Eiffel Tower below. His own reflection stared back. A stranger in a strange new land. Son Hana stood in the aisle, flipping through her script. But as she did, a small piece of paper slipped from the pages. It fluttered to the ground before she quickly snatched it back up. He peeked over his seat. His curiosity peaked by her secretive actions. He realized he had managed to snatch the paper before she could. His fingers brushed against the crinkled edges of the mysterious note. Songhanas eyes widened in shock as she realized what he'd done. Her sharp blue eyes stared directly at him, a silent warning. She sat back down, placing the note carefully back on her lap.