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The water was cold.

Fortunately, that was

The water is freezing.

And then, suddenly, the pain hit.

When I woke up,

I found out that part of my belly was stitched up,

and I was staring at it in the mirror.

Please, t answer me.

I'm asking you only one out of so many questions.

Where is my kidney?

Hello? It's me.

How did you know I had a blind date?

Anyway, you know Sun-Young, right?

Ah, you know that bitchy one.

She set us up.

You wanna get a drink? So I went right away.

Let's have a drink now.

This is how it start.

Hmm. Let's think it this way.

You got really drunk one day. I mean totally drunk.

Then you wake up and your already home.

But you don't even remember how you got there.

Everyone has that kind of an experience, right?

It's the same with this guy.

He drank, and he can't remember.

Except, he wakes up in someone else's bathroom.

He must've been dragged there by someone, right?

Now, he could've lived with all that,

but when he looks down, he finds a surgical incision in his belly.

A surgical incision?

What kind of surgery did he have?

Someone rufies his drink.

And cuts his belly open, and takes out his kidney.

It's disgraceful, but it's a lot of money.

These kinds of incidents makes news sometimes, right?

What do you think happened?

Getting his kidney stolen without knowing.

Then, what will he do?

Did he found his kidney back?

Or did he just quietly go to the hospital?

First, he should control his body first.

But this guy is looking for his kidney.

He is dying to find out who has it.

Of course, even if he finds it back,

he can't just put it back into his body.

Ah, I get it. That's how it goes.

So, does he find it?

Meet him yourself.

Asking him in person is the surest way to find that out,

right?

Scene 21.

The scene begins with blue water mixed with blood.

A diirty bathroom.

When "A" wakes up, he is lying in a bathtub...

He feels a strong headache.

Someone has written on the wall.

"GO TO THE HOSPITAL"

The empty ringer bottle falls down.

Broken pieces of glass covers, the floor.

This looks like a scenario.

Am I still drugged?

Scene 22. ROOM K.

Where is my kidney?

The phone rings.

The man writes something on a piece of paper.

He passes the paper without saying anything.

He doesn't say anything.

The man sent you here.

I hear you're looking for your kidney.

You look so tired.

Do you know where my kidney is?

Hold on.

Drink this.

What is this?

It'II keep you awake.

We don't have a lot of time.

Do you know where it is or not?

I'm sorry you lost your kidney.

But, forget about it.

It's my job, and...

This is how the story begins.

Story?

What story?

You must have a lot of questions for me.

Just like then.

Who I am and Where I am,

Oh, I see you've dried all your clothes.

I don't think you're the person I'm looking for.

It'll be a bit cold.

The beginning, is from right here.

I don't know where to start.

But, I think it's easier for you to understand if I begin here.

You remember, right?

How did I get here?

Am I hallucinating?

No.

They took my kidney.

Somebody might be watching me even now.

And...

There was some kind of a scenario here.

No, you wouldn't understand.

And that writing.

I wrote it.

What?

No, no.

Explain from the beginning.

How did I get here?

I was just in your house.

You are finally asking questions,

although not in the right order.

What's important is not how you got here,

but where this place is.

Do you know where this place is?

You are here, but you don't know where this place is.

Am I right?

What the hell are you doing?

OK, if you wrote this,

are you with the bastards that took my kidney?

Or how else could you have written this?

But you are...

No, that's not it.

This...

Is this yours, too?

All those times, you just couldn't understand.

And collapsed every time. You.

You must've been exhausted.

It must have been hard coming all this way like that.

So I've prepared a manual for you.

The script you just talked about

is another copy of my note.

This is a place that I have created.

A place drawn up in my head to be exact

and a place in my story.

Story?

What story?

What does that story have to do with me?

Are you telling me that I'm in your head or something?

Just shut the hell up!

The world is...

filled with things that looks far away from the truth.

But, t even if that's the truth,

doesn't necessarily mean they have to look true.

What is this truth that you are talking about?

Is this disgusting place the truth?

How did I get here?

Is this the truth?

No, everything is false.

All fabricated, and fiction.

And you...

You are not real, either.

This is a story about you.

It was already being written.

It existed long before you realized it,

and you were there.

And right now,

here or where ever elsy, is part of it.

Because this is a story about you.

A story about me?

YeS.

Everything about you.

It is a story.

And it is being revised as you are.

Hey, listen, you better tell me the truth.

Who am I?

You are a character in a story, created by a writer.

Then who are you?

You don't know me, but I know you.

That wound, it must hurt like hell.

From now,

We need to get to know each other better, me and you.

We are in a symbiotic relationship.

Symbiosis?

That's right.

Symbiotic meaning me and you helping one another.

Or else you'll...

only make things more difficult if you don't cooperate.

In fact,

subordination would be more appropriate than symbiosis.

Because from now on,

you won't exist anywhere without me.

This is a kind of scenario.

Am I still drugged?

Pain killer?

Handwriting.

Someone must have written it for me.

No, it was there before I woke up.

What's going on?

This story only lasts for a day.

Things that happen today.

That's why the story goes back to the beginning...

when you fall asleep.

You will wake up in the bathtub again.

Everything will go back right to the beginning.

So don't fall asleep.

Alright.

If you really wrote everything, then prove it.

Who took my kidney?

I'm sorry, but I can't answer that question.

Why not?

Isn't this your story?