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7 Days Series: Theater
When a spirit seeking help returns from a funeral,
those born on Wednesday must face a deadly mystery in a movie theater! -
7 Days Series: Ward
When death in the delivery room hides a dark secret,
a murder mystery and a haunting spirit
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7 Years
I’m Mew. I love a woman, too. We’ve never hidden it, but we haven’t broadcast it either. We’ve been together for seven years.
Three years ago, while standing and flirting at a bus stop,
three years after moving in together—pure love and attraction.But everyone keeps whispering in our ears
that we’ll break up, no matter what,
because of the cursed number seven.Even my girlfriend Egg has heard the rumors and started worrying if it’s true.
But we love each other this much—
nothing can tear us apart.Not even the number seven… it can’t do a thing to us!
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911
I’m “Kunja Fa,” but everyone just calls me “Fa.”
I just returned from France after completing a perfume-making course, fulfilling my dream.
But when I got home, I realized my bag had been switched with someone else’s—
and to make things worse, the swapped bag opened with the same code as mine.While trying to contact the owner, I received a strange call—
someone saying our bags got switched.
That was the beginning of our detective game,
not revealing who we are or where we come from.As we played along, strange feelings crept into my heart—
feelings I couldn’t explain—
until I realized something was off.Then one day,
my best friend, with whom I had agreed that if we were both single at 30, we’d marry each other, called to say
he’d found a woman he wanted to marry.I wasn’t sure I believed him—he falls for everyone easily.
But the person he introduced made my heart race just by our first glance.
From someone who didn’t believe in love at first sight,
I became lost in daydreams from the very first meeting.I felt fluttery over the owner of my bag—
and also over this new woman I just met.Crazy, right? What kind of person am I?
And all the people I feel this way about—Both of them… are women!!!
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A Self-portrait
“A poet is a bearer of truth, someone who feels the world with extraordinary depth, who distills sensory impressions into an anguish capable of shaking the heart.
As for me, I’m nothing more than a liar.”
At half past five on a December evening, by the roadside beside a field, the winter sun stains the sky a deep violet. Chanon cannot see the face of the person he is speaking to, yet he knows that everything is about to begin—or perhaps come to an end.
A relationship between two men and one woman is falling into crisis. A quiet friendship is sharpened by sarcasm, while memories, scrambled like a Rubik’s Cube, have thrown their lives into turmoil for more than a decade. “