"What's going to happen to Zeno?"
"Is he really going to leave?"
"But he's doing so well! It will be a waste to reshoot everything again!"
"Shouldn't Victor PD be the one to leave?"
"Eyy, he's the director—how can he leave?"
The production team was on edge. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells. The tension from yesterday's confrontation still lingered, and they hadn't gone back to filming just yet because Victor PD hadn't given them the signal.
Zeno sat alone in the set of ruins, playing with the scattered pine needles, when suddenly, someone interrupted his alone time.
"Here."
He looked up as a bottle was held out toward him.
Misha was standing next to him, holding out a tall bottle of pale brownish-green liquid.
"Is it poisoned?"
Misha's brows furrowed. "No, you idiot," she muttered, pushing the bottle closer. "It's sealed."
