[Scene 1 Monday morning the accident
Panel 1 Street View:
A crowd gathers. Phones lift like lighthouses: photos, videos, frantic hands. The city keeps moving as if nothing has changed.
Narration:
The world went on as usual. Phones clicked and screens glowed everyone recording, but nobody really seeing.
Panel 2 The Crash:
A crushed car sits in the center of the street. Tire marks. Broken glass. Smoke curling into the morning.
Narration:
A life had ended here. Yet the victim's face could not be described. The body seemed blurred, hidden, somehow not fully there.
Panel 3 News Ticker:
A store TV shows an anchor with a grave expression.
TV News:
"This morning an idol died in a tragic accident."
Narration:
No body shown. Still, the news announced a name. Strange how certainty travels faster than proof.
[Scene 2 Memory: The River, The Fire]
Panel 1 Riverbank:
A younger Yakosobi at the river, arm extended his phone arcs and disappears beneath the water. He laughs, free for a moment.
Narration:
Once I threw my phone into the river. I danced and laughed as if the world had been cleansed.
Panel 2 Flames:
A house on fire, black smoke blotting the sky. Shadows move inside the blaze silence follows.
Narration:
Then I came home to smoke and ash. The house was gone. My sister gone with it.
Panel 3 Last Message (Close-up):
A cracked screen shows the final text, faint but clear.
"Are you coming home? I'm sorry for what I said."
Narration:
That was her last message. A single line that stayed when everything else burned away.
Panel 4 Aftermath:
Yakosobi sitting among charred ruins, face blank, eyes hollow.
Narration:
You never know how much you want something until it's gone. Life became a puzzle I couldn't solve. My memory sealed itself; some things I could not bear to remember.
[Scene 3 School: The Rumors]
Panel 1 Classroom:
Yakosobi sits at the back near the window, expressionless. The class hums with gossip everyone talking about the idol.
Narration:
At school, the accident echoed like a wound. Students whispered, pointed, and replayed the same video over and over.
Panel 2 School Gate:
A gaunt man stands at the gate, scanning faces. He looks older than his clothes suggest sharp, methodical, alert.
Narration:
A detective was asking questions at the gate. His name: Diji Aris.
[Scene 4 The Encounter]
Panel 1 Attempted Exit:
Yakosobi tries to slip past, mind focused on being invisible.
Panel 2 Blocked Path:
Diji steps forward, cornering him with a calm that feels like a trap.
Diji Aris:
"Strange, trying to avoid me. That usually means someone saw something."
Panel 3 Close-up Diji:
His eyes are intent, curious.
Diji Aris:
"Show me your phone. People say no one saw the idol's face. And yet the news announced it. How did they know?"
Panel 4 Yakosobi's Answer:
Yakosobi meets his gaze with no expression.
Yakosobi:
"I don't have a phone."
Panel 5 Disbelief:
Diji's face registers disbelief, then a half-smile.
Diji Aris:
"No phone? Kids don't do that anymore."
Panel 6 Memory Flash:
A quick vision of the river swallowing the phone.
Yakosobi (softly):
"I threw it away. Phones let people live inside lies. Reality burned so I wanted nothing to distract me."
Panel 7 The Offer:
Diji scribbles on a scrap of paper and hands it over.
Diji Aris:
"Here my number. If you see or hear anything, call me. Or tell someone who has a phone."
Panel 8 Silent Truth:
Yakosobi folds the paper into his palm. The words stay inside his head.
Inner Thought:
I have no friends to call.
[Scene 5 Night: Alone Again]
Panel 1 Empty Room:
A small, dim room. Yakosobi sits on the floor, back against the wall. The city lights leak through the curtains.
Narration:
Home was quiet too quiet. No family, no warmth. Just the soft tick of time.
Panel 2 Close-up face:
His expression is blank, but the weight behind it is deep.
Narration:
My feelings felt muted, as if someone had shut a valve inside me. I could name the pain loss, regret but I could not feel them the way I once might have.
Panel 3 Window View:
Silhouette against the glass. The city hums on, indifferent.
Narration:
Maybe life is an exam with questions no one tells you. If you fail, you turn the page and try again. But sometimes the test itself is the part that breaks you.