(Inside, Nagi sits and pours tea with careful grace. Sato watches, then accepts a cup. He sips, eyes welling. Outside, the gulls call. The camera (narrative focus) lingers on Jin's face — a small uncoiling, the first thread of a new connection.)
(A soft, chilling laugh) Do you know what a husband is, Poet? Or have you replaced him with a screen, a swipe, a hollow echo in a digital void?
Jin: (hesitates) It's not polite to just walk into someone's house. And— (stops, remembering) You don't look like the usual kind of—visitor.
Zange appears leaning against a lamp post, smiling.
(Inside, Nagi sits and pours tea with careful grace. Sato watches, then accepts a cup. He sips, eyes welling. Outside, the gulls call. The camera (narrative focus) lingers on Jin's face — a small uncoiling, the first thread of a new connection.)
(A soft, chilling laugh) Do you know what a husband is, Poet? Or have you replaced him with a screen, a swipe, a hollow echo in a digital void?
Jin: (hesitates) It's not polite to just walk into someone's house. And— (stops, remembering) You don't look like the usual kind of—visitor.
Zange appears leaning against a lamp post, smiling.