Damian: Why now? I'm not even asleep… (in mind)
(The girl reaches him, and Damian regains vision. Ella is in front of him, holding sparkling water.)
Ella: Hey, are you okay?
Damian: Yeah… just… maybe dehydration. (takes a sip)
Ella: Why don't you drink water on your own? Want more diseases to reside in your body, stupid? (crosses arms)
Damian: Why are you so concerned? (softly teasing)
Ella: Because I'm getting paid for it! And I don't think you can drive well now. We're stuck in the middle of the city at midnight, and I don't even think a taxi will come. (angry)
Damian: No, I'm fine. I can drive, and you saw I won't crash. It's like my third love after all.
Ella: Why not first or second?
Damian: First is my family, and second… (pauses)
Ella: Your fans? I know.
Damian: You're smart. (covering his mistake) And dumb too. (in mind)
Ella: Are you sure you can drive?
Damian: Yeah, I can… I have to. (voice drops slightly)
Ella: Should I trust you?
Damian: Should I cut your payment for such a stupid question?
Ella: Tsk… you're so unreal.
Damian: Like an angel? I know.
Ella: No, like a devil.
Damian: And what are you then, Justitia?
Ella: What's Justitia?
Damian: Oh, come on… you don't watch fiction dramas at all?
Ella: Why are you asking like that?
Damian: Ghenna… do you know that?
Ella: No… what's that now?
Damian: You're so old-fashioned. (puts on his helmet as Ella leans back)
Ella: I'm not! What does that even mean?
Damian: Ghenna is hell in Italian, and Justitia is the judge of hell.
Ella: What? That's not modern—it's just language, mister…
Damian (thinking, chuckles): She's so easily distracted.
Ella: What? I'm not old-fashioned—you got that.
Cut to a vast green field.
A rider approaches on horseback, wind sweeping through the tall grass. Alex rides fast, his voice echoing through the open air.
Alex: Anne!
His eyes sparkle with affection as he nears her. Anne turns toward him, smiling brightly.
He dismounts, holding a bunch of wildflowers he picked along the way.
Suddenly—
An arrow shoots through his back.
Alex's body jerks; he drops the flowers and falls to his knees.
Before Anne can react, a sword flashes behind him—his neck is sliced.
Cut to Ella.
She jolts awake, breathing heavily. She grabs the bottle beside her bed and drinks from it.
Ella: (holding her head)
Why… after so many weeks, why are these dreams coming again?
(softly) But this time… his face was clear.
And—who is Anne? Is his name Alex?
Why does this Alex keep appearing in my dreams?
She rubs her face, lies back on the bed, and looks at the clock.
It's already 7 a.m.