He was watching a movie with his headphones on and glanced over at the time. It was 2 a.m.

Maru felt around next to him and stood up from the bed. The other owner of the bed seemed to be in the kitchen.

He opened the door and poked his head outside. The first thing he noticed was the wind from the air conditioner in breeze mode, followed by his wife sitting at the dining table. She was watching something under the desk lamp lights.

She rubbed her creased forehead and was spinning a pen in her hand.

He watched her agonizing for a while before walking over. On the table was the storyboard she was creating and the script that Daemyung had written.

“Is it not going well?” he asked as he sat on the other side of the table.

“It’s something I’ve done numerous times, but it’s hard now that I have to do this again. Maybe it’s a problem that there are too many things in my head. I draw a few scenes on the storyboard and then design the cuts, but I keep erasing them because I feel like they’re duplicates.”

“You are a perfectionist after all.”

“Are you nagging me?”

“If you heard it like that, it means that you’re tired. I feel...