But then—he took a breath.
What if rejecting him now really did kill the only shot he had left?
So he buried the fire. He forced his expression blank. And he leaned in—reluctantly, cautiously, every muscle resisting—just to hear what Rex had to say.
"Okay," he said flatly. "Go on."
Rex didn't hesitate. He tapped the second act of the script. "This part here… the tension dips too fast. You've got a great build-up in the first half—the creaking floors, the unexplained shadows, the sense that something's watching—but then you dump all the scares too early. You give the audience release before the real climax. That's not how you do found footage horror."
Aren blinked. That was… actually not wrong.
