Reiji: "It's over. I can't change anything… it's over."
Lisa: "No, it's not over, Reiji! We can still try!"
Reiji: "Try? What's the point? No matter how much we try—we've lost. Lost Agjan. Lost everything!"
Lisa: "Reiji, please! We can save them—your sister, Agjan—just trust me!"
Reiji: "Trust? Hah… I can't save anyone… not him, not her."
He screams, trembling, tears mixing with rain.
Reiji: "Why can't I…? Why can't I save them!?"
Lisa: "Reiji!"
But the sound of a gunshot cuts through her voice. The world goes silent.
Scene Shift — Office, Night
The rain hasn't stopped. Reiji steps into the dimly lit office, a gun in his hand. An old man sits behind the desk, surprised but not scared.
Reiji: "I don't care anymore. You people talk about the same damn thing again and again… but tell me—why? Why do you even want that stone?"
He slams the gun on the desk.
Reiji: "You think you can control it? You think you understand what it means? No—you don't. You've never lost anyone."
Old Man: "Hey, we—"
A gunshot cuts through his words. Silence.
Reiji exhales slowly, lighting a cigarette. The smoke curls upward, soft against the harsh glow of the ceiling light.
Reiji (softly): "Life's pain in the ass… but I guess that's not the point of living anymore."
He sits down, staring at the gun.
Reiji: "I don't like killing anyone… but if it's for that thing—then I will."
He takes a deep drag, eyes cold and empty.
Reiji: "I will."
Scene: Rain, Night
The city never stops raining. Cars move, reflections blur in puddles. Reiji walks alone, cigarette half-burned between his fingers.
Reiji (narrating):
"Life's an ass. I gotta admit that.
Why am I even here… in this never-ending rain?
Every drop feels like it's whispering the same thing — 'let go.'
But I can't. My vengeance… it keeps growing.
And it won't be erased that easily."
He stops under a flickering streetlight. The world hums quietly.
---
Scene Shift: Therapy Office
Soft jazz hums in the background. A man in his late 30s, Christopher, sits on a couch. Across from him sits Dr. Harper, calm, observant.
(Konsoon)Harper: "So, tell me, Mr. Christopher. What's been bothering you?"
Christopher: "I've got issues… and I want a divorce."
Harper: nods calmly "I see. But before you make that choice, take a moment.
Sometimes we grow through what hurts us. Just because she cheated on you doesn't mean reconciliation is impossible. Equality still exists, doesn't it?"
Christopher: frowns "Seriously…?" He rubs his temples. "Should I, Doctor?"
Harper: "You should try. Understanding each other — that's where healing begins.
Relationships can't survive on pride. You're a professor, aren't you? A teacher of mathematics — you, of all people, should understand balance."
Christopher: lets out a tired laugh "Yeah… I guess you're right, Doctor."
Harper: "Good. Take a trip. Breathe. Calm down. Anger clouds judgment — and I can tell yours is eating you alive."
Christopher: "Thanks, Doctor. I'll give it a try."
He stands, extending his hand.
Harper: smiling "Glad to hear that. And if things get heavy again — come see me.
Finding a solution together… that's my job."
They shake hands. The light fades.
Scene: Evening – Harper's Office
The blinds are half-open, the late afternoon sun painting faint stripes across the desk. Harper slips on his coat over a plain white T-shirt, preparing to leave.
Harper (quietly, to himself):
"Even after all this time being a counselor… there's still something inside me.
This world looks beautiful sometimes, sure… but I gotta admit—it's cruel. Always has been."
His phone vibrates on the desk. He picks it up.
Harper: "Hello?"
Voice (on phone): "This is the police. Are you Dr. Harper?"
Harper: "Yes. Why?"
Police Officer: "A woman named Lily—she came to your office recently, right?"
Harper: "Yes… three days ago."
Police Officer: "She was found dead last night. Beaten. We'd like to ask you a few questions."
Harper: smiles "I see. Of course. You can come by."
---
Scene Shift: Harper's Office – Later
A knock echoes. Harper opens the door. Two officers stand outside. One of them, Officer Kelly, flashes her badge.
Kelly: "Good evening, Dr. Harper. I'm Detective Kelly, this is my partner. We appreciate your cooperation."
Harper: "Of course. Come in."
They step inside. The room smells faintly of coffee and paper. Harper gestures to the chairs.
Harper: "Please, sit. So… what do you want to know about her?"
Kelly opens her notebook.
Kelly: "You said she came here three days ago?"
Harper: "That's right. She seemed… troubled. Said she felt watched. I tried to help her calm down."
Kelly leans forward, eyes narrowing.
Kelly: "Did she mention anyone? Maybe a man named Reiji?"
The faint hum of the ceiling fan fills the silence.
Scene: Harper's Office – Evening
Rain beats softly against the window. The police interview continues; Kelly sits across from Harper, pen tapping quietly against her notebook.
Kelly: "So… how many times did she visit you, Dr. Harper?"
Harper: "Around seven times. She was deeply depressed — I was helping her return to a stable condition."
Kelly: "I see. Did you have… any personal relationship with her?"
Harper: shakes his head calmly "No, not at all. Strictly professional. But she did like to share her daily routines with me. She kept a diary — said it helped her stay grounded."
Kelly: "May I take a look at it?"
Harper: nods, gesturing toward a drawer "Of course."
Kelly flips open the diary as her partner, Detective Richard, scans the bookshelf nearby. His eyes stop at a thick, worn book.
Richard (muttering): "Crime and Punishment… Dostoevsky, huh?"
Harper: noticing, smiles faintly "Ah, that one. You're familiar with it?"
Richard: a bit caught off guard "What? Yeah, uh—heard of it. Read parts in school."
Harper: "It's a story about guilt, justice, and the illusion of righteousness.
Interesting choice for a detective to glance at, isn't it?"
Richard: stiffens slightly "I wasn't—just looking around."
Harper: soft chuckle "Relax. Though, it's a bit improper to touch someone's books without permission… but since you're police, I'll allow it."
He leans back, eyes half-closed.
Harper: "You think I'm the criminal, don't you?"
Richard looks up, startled.
Richard: "What? No, I—"
Harper: cuts in quietly "If that's what you believe, you're free to ask.
After all… that's what you're here for, isn't it?"
Silence fills the room. The sound of rain grows louder.