The Darkest Game
SCENE START
ROOM | The dead of night | Not a breath of wind | The silence is so heavy it feels like making a sound is a crime
Alia slowly puts the knife down.
A slight tremor runs across her cold, fearless face—but she has made a decision.
She steps forward, sits in front of Anashia—
and softly unties her hands.
ALIA (Eyes lowered, calm voice):
"Your eyes were my favourite… black, silent, like they could swallow everything."
Anashia touches her hand. Suddenly, she pulls her close and embraces her.
Her voice is deep, yet soft—as if whispering in the middle of a fire.
ANASHIA:
"You don't know, Alia…
My eyes are actually… not black…"
Alia freezes. She lifts her gaze.
ANASHIA (Lifting her eyes):
"…Red."
Suddenly, her eyes flare up—
Blood-red, like two raging fires.
A strange shadow of peace settles on her face,
and an unfamiliar heat radiates from her body.
Alia recoils in shock. But a strange smile appears on her face… a distorted laugh.
ALIA (Laughing):
"You're a… monster."
(A flicker of delight in her eyes)
"My monster."
ANASHIA (Gravely, her voice deepening):
"You imprisoned me, and I made myself yours.
But you don't know who set the rules of this game."
ALIA (A subtle mix of fear and madness):
"If you set them… I came to break them."
Anashia moves closer. Her blood-red eyes are right in front of Alia's.
Alia is captivated, as if Death has come to kiss her with love.
ANASHIA (Eyes blazing, a soft smile):
"My blood is awake now, Alia.
You were the one who said,
'Now everything truly begins.'
So let's go… let it begin."
LOCATION:
A cold room, blood-tinged atmosphere, silence all around—only the sound of Alia and Anashia's breathing.
Anashia has transformed. Her eyes are red, a faint warm glow emanating from her body.
Alia was startled before, but now she is somewhat calm.
Suddenly… Anashia slowly approaches. Then… without a word, she picks Alia up in her arms.
Alia doesn't understand what is happening at first.
ALIA (Startled, in a low voice):
"What… are you doing?"
ANASHIA (In a soft, grave voice, in Korean):
"너는 이제 나의 것이다. 아무도 너를 건드릴 수 없어."
(Neoneun ije naui geos-ida. Amudo neoreul geondeuril su eopseo.)
(You are mine now. No one can touch you anymore.)
Alia stares at his face, her gaze fixed on his eyes.
ALIA (Cold voice, but with a mix of fear and curiosity in her eyes):
"Where… where are you taking me?"
ANASHIA (Smiling softly, again in Korean):
"진실이 시작되는 곳으로."
(Jinsili sijakdoeneun gos-euro.)
(To the place where the truth begins.)
Alia's face first shows surprise, then slowly, a shuddering smile emerges.
ALIA (Eyes lowered, low whisper):
"Then… I want to see, too, what that truth… is really like."
Anashia walks step by step. The room door opens on its own. Outside is like another world, cloaked in darkness.
The silence of the room is broken by the sound of Anashia's cold breath.
Alia, now sitting helplessly on the bed, her eyes mixing panic and unknown hope.
Anashia slowly approaches, a strange dark glint in his red eyes.
He reaches out and unties Alia's bound hands.
Alia is startled, feeling as if she is being released from a magical bond.
Suddenly, Anashia firmly pulls her hand, then without a word, slowly lifts Alia into his arms.
Alia's eyes widen, and a whisper escapes her mouth:
"Where… where are you taking me?"
Anashia does not answer, only makes a sound with his voice in Korean:
"shhhhhh... Be quiet."
Alia's heart pounds fast, she softly complains:
"Ahhhhhh... I can't take it anymore, it hurts... Be a little gentler."
But Anashia does not stop, instead, he tightens his grip with intensity.
Alia's voice is now broken, a mix of fear and excitement:
"Does anyone… have sex like this?"
Anashia lowers his voice and smiles softly, a flicker of darkness in his eyes:
"You are mine now… and I will never let go."
He holds her even tighter, looking into Alia's eyes.
The air in the room is condensing, as if time has stopped,
and this moment has turned into their eternal war.
Anashia still dominates Alia.
Alia's face shows pain on one side, and a kind of enjoyment amidst the guilt on the other.
And right then—
Ring… Ring…
The name flashes on the phone screen: "Виктор" (Viktor — her Russian husband)
Alia's eyes widen. Anashia's red eyes gleam,
he brings his mouth close to her ear and says:
ANASHIA (Whispering, in Korean):
"받아. (Pad-a.)"
(Answer it.)
Alia takes the phone with trembling hands. Her lips are shaking, but she answers:
ALIA (Holding her breath, trying to keep her voice calm):
"Здравствуйте… Витя."
(Zdravstvuyte… Vit'ya.)
(Hello... Vitya.)
Viktor's voice comes from the other end of the phone—
with a genuine Russian accent, in a heavy voice:
VIKTOR:
"Где ты, любимая? Я скучаю."
(Gde ty, lyubimaya? Ya skuchayu.)
(Where are you, my love? I miss you.)
Alia closes her eyes for a moment.
Anashia's hand is still touching her neck, his lips come close again…
ANASHIA (Whispering, a suppressed bloody smile on his lips):
"Ты же не скажешь ему, да?"
(Ty zhe ne skazhesh' emu, da?)
(You won't tell him, will you?)
Alia opens her eyes, normalizes her voice and says:
ALIA (On the phone):
"Я просто... одна. Думаю о тебе."
(Ya prosto… odna. Dumayu o tebe.)
(I am just… alone. Thinking of you.)
VIKTOR:
"Скоро приеду. Надеюсь, ты меня ждёшь."
(Skoro priyedu. Nadeyus', ty menya zhdyosh'.)
(I'll be back soon. I hope you are waiting for me.)
Alia's lips curl.
ALIA (Slowly, in Russian):
"Я всегда тебя жду… Витя."
(Ya vsegda tebya zhdu… Vit'ya.)
(I always wait for you... Vitya.)
Call ends.
Anashia presses her close again, slightly harder.
Fire in his eyes, a savage smile on his lips.
ANASHIA (Low voice):
"You lied. Standing in front of me, and you say you are waiting for him?"
Alia now says in a low voice, with a cold laugh:
"If I don't play games with men like you, life would just die."
The air in the room is heavy with tension, sweat, and the scent of dark desire.
Anashia's hands are like invisible chains wrapping around Alia's body—
he seems to be engaged in a game of destroying and rebuilding Alia's heart with his touch.
The phone is still at Alia's ear. Viktor's voice and Anashia's breath—both striking Alia's brain simultaneously.
Viktor's voice is still clear:
"Алла? Ты со мной? (Alla? Are you with me?)"
Suddenly—
Anashia squeezes harder.
A suppressed cry of pain escapes Alia's lips:
ALIA (In Russian):
"Аааа… дурак! Больно же!"
(Aaaa… durak! Bol'no zhe!)
(Aaaah! Idiot! It hurts!)
The phone drops from her hand.
It hits the floor with a thud. Viktor's voice still echoes—
"Что случилось?!"
(Chto sluchilos'?)
(What happened?!)
Anashia brings his face close, a strange smile on his lips.
ANASHIA (In Korean, cold tone):
"네가 지금 누구랑 있는지 알면... 그는 죽어."
(Nega jigeum nugurang inneunji almyeon... geuneun jugeo.)
(If your husband knew who you were with right now… he would die.)
Alia can't breathe, tears gather in her eyes, but she is not crying—
she is just staring… at the silent sin.
ALIA (Low voice, in Russian):
"Ты чудовище… но ты мой."
(Ty chudovishche… no ty moy.)
(You are a monster… but you are mine.)
Viktor's voice is still trembling on the speake The phone, lying on the floor, still emits the sound:
"Алла?! Ответь! Что происходит?"
(Alla?! Otvet'! Chto proiskhodit?)
(Alia?! Answer! What is happening there?!)
Anashia kneels down, holds Alia's face, with that demonic peace in his eyes.
His lips are close to Alia's neck. His breath is warm, slow, and like a scorching heat.
Alia slowly bends down and picks up the phone.
Viktor is now shouting in an agitated voice, trying to figure something out.
VIKTOR:
"Где ты, чёрт побери?! Я еду за тобой!"
(Gde ty, chert poberi?! Ya edu za toboy!)
(Where the hell are you?! I'm coming for you!)
A poisonous cold smile slowly appears on Alia's lips.
She looks into Anashia's eyes once.
Anashia whispers only one word:
"Сделай это."
(Zdelay eto.)
(Do it.)
Alia silently puts her finger on the phone screen.
"Call Ended"
Suddenly, silence all around.
The phone is silent, Viktor is gone.
Alia's past—ended with one click.
Everything stops for a moment.
Then—
Anashia comes close to Alia's face and puts his lips on her shoulder.
ANASHIA (In Korean):
"이제, 너는 나만의 것이야."
(Ije, neoneun naman-ui geos-iya.)
(Now, you are only mine.)
Alia closes her eyes. She lets out a long breath and says (in Russian):
"Больше нет Аллы. Только пепел."
(Bol'she net Ally. Tol'ko pepel.)
(There is no more Alia. Only ashes.)
SCENE CUT: VIKTOR KNOWS… BUT STAYS SILENT
Outside the room's glass window, it's raining.
There is a slight thunderclap somewhere in the distance.
📍 LOCATION: Viktor's private office, Moscow
Viktor, wearing a black suit, is staring out the window, holding a glass of wine in one hand.
A picture appears on his phone screen—
Alia… asleep on Anashia's chest.
Half of her body is nude, her hair is messy.
The picture is clear. Detailed.
Suddenly, an assistant pushes the door open:
ASSISTANT:
"Сэр, вы видели это сообщение?"
(Sir, vy videli eto soobshcheniye?)
(Sir, have you seen this message?)
Viktor does not turn his head. He slowly takes a sip from the wine.
VIKTOR (Cold tone):
"Я всё знаю."
(Ya vsyo znayu.)
(I know everything.)
SCENE ENDএখানে পুরো দৃশ্যপটের ইংরেজি অনুবাদ দেওয়া হলো:
SCENE CONTINUATION: The Price of the Game
(Viktor's Office, continued)
VIKTOR:
"I know everything."
The assistant trembles.
ASSISTANT:
"Но… вы же… это же измена."
(No… vy zhe… eto zhe izmena.)
(But… you see… this is treason/betrayal.)
Viktor slowly turns around, a cold, glass-like glint in his eyes.
He smiles once.
VIKTOR:
"Измена? Она не способна на это."
(Izmena? Ona ne sposobna na eto.)
(Betrayal? She is not capable of it.)
"Она псих."
(Ona psikh.)
(She is a lunatic.)
"И я тоже."
(I ya tozhe.)
(And so am I.)
He slowly places the wine glass on the table.
Then he looks directly into the assistant's eyes and replies:
"Пусть играет… пока не сломает себя."
(Pust' igrayet… poka ne slomayet sebya.)
(Let her play… until she breaks herself.)
SCENE: The Monster's Struggle
Alia is still asleep. Her lips are slightly parted, her breath deep.
The room is quiet, too quiet.
Anashia sits beside her, one hand stroking Alia's hair…
But now, the color of his eyes is changing.
His gaze is no longer soft—
it is slowly becoming intensely fierce, scorched by desire.
He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
His chest rises and falls—
he is losing control.
His lower body reacts—
he must stop now.
Just then…
He quickly pulls the sheet over his body.
Clutching the sheet tightly.
He whispers (in Korean):
"젠장… 나 지금 안 돼..."
(Jenjang... na jigeum andwae...)
(With sadness and desire in his eyes)
(Damn it... not now...)
He bites his own lip.
Sweat drips down his forehead.
He turns away, no longer looking at Alia.
But right then, Alia softly calls out in her sleep—
"Ан...а…ши..."
(An...a...shi...)
(In a gentle voice—Anashia…)
Anashia freezes.
Every nerve in his body seems to tremble all at once.
He closes his eyes and says (in Russian):
"Сука… не делай это."
(Suka... ne delay eto...)
(Bitch... don't do this...)
"Ты даже во сне сводишь меня с ума..."
(Ty dazhe vo sne svodish' menya s uma...)
(Even in your sleep, you drive me crazy...)