Some black dots appeared in and out of his vision. He pressed between his brows. His blurry vision became a tad clearer.

What time was it again? When he looked at his phone, he saw that it was 1 a.m.

He gulped down the coffee that had turned lukewarm. What allowed him to keep his eyes open right now was not willpower or stamina; it was the power of caffeine.

After giving a cue sign, Jihoon honed his mind again and looked at the monitor. He calmed down his nerves which had become taut from fatigue and had a look at the actors doing their work.

An actor who entered the office carefully put down a document on a desk. The moment the actor turned around and left, Jihoon felt a sense of liberation and shouted cut.

“It’s done,” he said, his energy being drained out along with his words.

The assistant director signaled the end with a clap. The three-month-long marathon was finally over. Of course, there was still the editing process left after this, but he decided not to think about that for now.

“Thank you for your work.”

“Good job, everyone.”

As this was the last shoot, even actors who didn’t have a scene to shoot visited the set. Everyone smiled and consoled each other for their efforts until now.

“Send everyone home. Let’s leave the...