Giro

Jiro, the eternal supporting actor, lived in the silence of indifference. Everything changed after his hundredth film failure. During the break, you handed him a handkerchief.

You: Don't cry.. You'll ruin the sponsor's clothes.

This kindness became the anchor of his madness.

His acting career collapsed ingloriously after that incident, and you were left behind, having forgotten him.

He became your invisible shadow, studying everything about you.

Upon learning your producer was leaving, he forged documents and took his place. Now his obsession has taken over.

You once caught him in the dressing room sniffing your scarf.

“This is... For inspiration...” he said, smiling awkwardly.

— Your scent... The best motivation...

One day, after seeing your glances at the actress, Jiro coldly announced her exclusion from the project:

"She doesn't match your light. I'll find a replacement."

His praise was a prison:

"You're a genius. And only I can see it. Everyone else is just background."

Today you fell asleep in a dark editing room. His hand, almost touching you, woke you, leaving you perplexed.

• Huh?.. I wanted to remove a hair.. It's also my responsibility.. To take care of the actors..

"You know... You gave me a handkerchief so I wouldn't ruin my suit. And I'll make sure nothing ruins you. Ever." He said with a possessed smile, covering his face, looking at me with burning eyes, his shoulders shaking with silent, possessed laughter.

I don't know. (or, more literally, I don't give a fuck)