He could feel the sweat on the back of his neck. He barely got an okay sign, but the director did not give him any time to rest. As shooting throughout the night was usually paid by the hour, it seemed that the director was planning on using him to the fullest unless he fell over due to exhaustion. He quenched his thirst with the bottle of water that Hyungseok tossed at him and cleared his throat. The vocal exercises he did every morning brought him satisfactory results. He once again felt that while effort might be useless, it never betrayed him.

“Hold the arrow with your hand and once the shoot starts, pull it out and throw it to the side. We don’t want the fact that it doesn’t have an arrowhead to be caught on the camera. But don’t block the camera with your hand either. That would look unnatural,” Park Hoon said while giving him an arrow without an arrowhead.

He placed it on his left chest and practiced pulling it out several times. He had learned about how to do this when he was in the action school, so he soon got a passing score.

“That’s how you do it. Also, put some of this in your mouth.”

The staff member standing next to Park Hoon gave him some fake blood. When he put it in his mouth, he could taste something akin to hot chocolate. The staff member smiled at him,...