"They asked me to play the role of the dead eldest lady and be a bomb that detonates a wealthy family."
I learned how she walked, how she smiled, how dependent she was on her brother, and how shy she was about her fiancé.
I'm doing great.
So good that my gentle brother started knocking on my door late at night;
My good and righteous fiancé betrayed his principles for me;
So good that the maid who was watching me turned the hilt of the knife.
They all thought they were in control of this beautiful bomb.
Until the person who taught me acting was found drowned in the sea of tranquility. The last coordinates he sent pointed to my true origin and a blood-stained list.
The first one on the list is my "loving" grandpa.
The last one is the one who turned me into a weapon with a smile... Mr. Congressman.
Look, the lights of the banquet are on.
They toasted to celebrate the recovery of the lost treasure.
I licked the micro detonator buried in the alveolus of my back. The metallic taste was mixed with blood.
Shh.
It's time to open the presents.
Concept: A wealthy family is like a mist, and human nature is like a cage. When the truth dissipates like fog, what remains is not right or wrong, but everyone's struggle and choice under the shackles of fate.