When creation is reduced to a carefully planned "real-life experiment", who defines the ambiguous boundaries? The beautiful landlady uses the entire apartment as a stage and selects tenants as a "material library" to walk between fiction and reality.
Until the surgeon tenant, with his precise eyes like a scalpel, cut open all her secret scripts.
When the observer is stared at, when the fictional plot is reflected in reality, how will this ambiguous game that started with deception reach its true ending?
