By the time Dayo returned home that night, the city outside his window was already quiet.
He dropped his keys on the counter, loosened his jacket, and sat down without turning on the lights. The day had been long. Not exhausting, but heavy in the way responsibility always was. The set had gone smoothly. The crew was adjusting. The actors were finding rhythm. Everything, on the surface, was moving the way it should.
Yet his mind wasn't on the set anymore.
He reached for his phone.
As expected, the news cycle had already shifted its attention toward him.
Articles. Short opinion pieces. Online discussions. Comment sections filled with speculation.
He scrolled slowly the news.
"First-time director attempts ambitious zombie project."
"Rookie filmmaker uses undebuted actors for high-risk production."
"Train of Busan remake raises eyebrows."
"First-time director using a First-time actors what would be the quality of the movie ?."
