Grim and Quiet
Act I
FADE IN:
EXT. ALLEYWAY – NIGHT
A narrow Tokyo alley drenched in shadow and neon glow. REN TAKI (22) crouches on the wet pavement, arms shielding his head. Two young men tower over him: KENJI (25, rough, volatile) and RYU (21, wiry, nervous). Ren's lip bleeds; fresh bruises bloom on his cheek.
Kenji yanks Ren up by the collar.
KENJI
(shoving Ren against a wall)
You think you can hide forever, huh?
REN
(mumbling)
I– I'm sorry…
Kenji delivers a hard punch to Ren's stomach. Ren doubles over, choking on pain. Ryu stands watch, anxious.
KENJI
Money. Tonight. You owe me, Taki.
Ren nods weakly, coughing.
KENJI (cont'd)
(voice low, dangerous)
No more excuses. You know what happens if you screw up again.
Ryu shifts uneasily, but Kenji's glare silences him. Kenji releases Ren, who collapses to hands and knees.
KENJI (cont'd)
Look at you. Pathetic. Always was.
He spits on the ground near Ren.
KENJI (cont'd)
Get me what you owe. Or next time… (leans in) I'll take it out of your hide. Maybe out of your pretty friend's hide, too.
Ren's eyes flicker upward in alarm.
REN
(hoarse)
Leave her out of this…
Kenji smirks coldly and taps Ryu's arm. They turn and walk away down the alley.
Ren remains on all fours, trembling, tears mixing with rain on the pavement. Kenji's laughter echoes, fading.
For a long beat, Ren is alone in the alley's silence, broken only by distant traffic. He slowly pushes himself to his feet, arms wrapped around his battered ribs.
As he staggers toward the alley mouth, a flicker of movement: at the far end, under a broken streetlamp, stands a TALL FIGURE in a dark coat. Face obscured by shadow, utterly still.
Ren blinks, wiping rain from his eyes. A passing truck's headlights sweep the alley—the figure is gone. Only emptiness.
Ren shudders, unsure if it was real. He hobbles out of the alley.
CUT TO:
INT. REN'S APARTMENT – LATER THAT NIGHT
A cramped, one-room apartment. The walls are yellowed with age; a single bare bulb casts a dull light. The space is cluttered: empty beer cans, instant ramen cups, clothes strewn about.
Ren locks the door behind him with shaking hands. He slumps to the floor, back against the door, and gingerly touches the bruise on his ribs—wincing.
He pulls himself up and crosses to a low table piled with magazines and an ashtray. From beneath the table, Ren retrieves a small metal lockbox. His fingers falter entering the combination, but it clicks open.
Inside: a syringe, a lighter, cotton, and a tiny bag of cloudy crystal powder. Meth or something like it. Beside it, a folded photo—just glimpsed: Ren as a smiling teen with two older adults (parents) at a school event. He averts his eyes from it.
Ren's face is numb as he prepares a dose with practiced motions. He draws the liquid into the syringe. His hands are steady now—too steady, like this is routine.
He tightens a worn rubber tourniquet around his left bicep. Fresh track marks line his arm alongside older scars. Without hesitation, he injects the drug into a vein.
Ren exhales, leaning his head back against the wall. A moment, then the drug's relief washes over him. His eyelids flutter. The pain in his body and mind dulls.
He loosens the tourniquet and tosses the syringe into a corner. Breathing slowing, Ren gazes at the ceiling. A cockroach skitters near a takeout container; he doesn't notice.
REN
(whispering to himself)
Just… make it quiet.
His vision blurs. The world softens to a deep, grim quietude. Ren's hand slips from the table, knocking the photo from the box.
On the floor, the smiling family photo stares up at nothing as Ren fades into a drugged stupor.
CUT TO:
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE – MORNING
Bright fluorescent lights. A small "Family Mart"-style convenience store. Ren, now in a tidy store uniform, stands behind the counter. He's pale, with dark circles under his eyes and a split lip. He forces a vacant, tired expression into neutrality as a CUSTOMER pays for coffee.
CUSTOMER
(handing coins)
Keep the receipt.
REN
(quietly)
Yes… thank you, come again.
The customer leaves. Ren sways slightly on his feet once alone. He hasn't fully shaken off last night's dose; the edges of his vision still fuzz.
From a nearby aisle, YUMI (21, a coworker with a gentle demeanor) watches him with concern. She approaches, a basket of items to restock on her hip.
YUMI
(softly)
Taki-kun… Are you feeling okay? You look pale.
Ren musters a weak nod and an even weaker smile.
REN
I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well.
Yumi notices the cut on his lip.
YUMI
Your mouth… What happened?
REN
(self-conscious, touches lip)
It's nothing. I tripped on the stairs at my apartment, that's all.
Yumi's expression shows she's unsure that's true, but she doesn't press.
The STORE MANAGER (50s) pokes his head from the back room.
STORE MANAGER
(impatient)
Taki! Shelf 3 is empty. Quit slacking and restock the drinks.
Ren stiffens and bows his head.
REN
Hai. Yes, sir.
Yumi gives Ren a small sympathetic glance as he steps out from behind the counter.
He carries a crate of bottled teas toward aisle 3. As he kneels and starts refilling the fridge, Yumi quietly joins him, pretending to organize snacks on a nearby shelf.
YUMI
(under her breath)
He shouldn't yell. You had a shift last night too, right?
Ren shrugs, eyes on the bottles.
REN
It's okay. I'm used to it.
YUMI
(soft)
Still… People should show a little kindness.
Ren pauses, a bottle in hand. The word "kindness" seems foreign. He avoids Yumi's eyes.
REN
Thanks, Yumi. But I really am fine.
Yumi watches him a moment, then nods. She forces a small smile.
YUMI
Alright. Just… take it easy, okay?
Ren nods shortly. Yumi heads to assist another customer, her worried gaze lingering on Ren as he blankly stocks the last bottle.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE CONVENIENCE STORE – EVENING
Neon signs blink to life along a modest commercial street. Ren steps out of the store after his shift, shrugging on a thin jacket. Yumi exits just after, having closed up with him. She carries a small umbrella.
YUMI
(cheery, trying to lift the mood)
Good work today. You heading to the station?
REN
(low)
Yeah…
They begin walking together down the sidewalk. The evening rush-hour crowds thin at this side street; it's drizzling lightly. Yumi pops open her umbrella and instinctively tilts it to cover them both.
Ren flinches as a droplet hits his bruised cheek. Yumi notices his discomfort.
YUMI
(softly)
Does it hurt? Your face?
REN
It's fine.
They walk a few paces in silence aside from the patter of rain on the umbrella.
YUMI
(after hesitation)
Some of us from work… we sometimes go for ramen or karaoke after shifts. You could join next time, if you want.
Ren's eyes stay on the wet pavement.
REN
I… I don't know.
YUMI
(hurrying, gentle)
No pressure. I just thought… you might enjoy it. It's been busy, we all need a break.
Ren stops at a corner where their paths diverge. He offers a polite bow.
REN
Thank you. Maybe… another time.
Yumi nods, trying to hide her disappointment. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small convenience store rice ball (onigiri).
YUMI
Here. You skipped lunch, right? I grabbed an extra.
REN
Oh… (taken aback) You didn't have to—
YUMI
(smiles)
It's tuna mayo—your favorite, isn't it?
Ren hesitates, then accepts the onigiri with a small bow.
REN
Thank you.
For a fleeting moment, Ren meets her eyes. There's warmth and concern there he's not used to. He quickly looks down, clutching the rice ball.
REN (cont'd)
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yumi steps back under her umbrella.
YUMI
See you. Get home safe, okay?
Ren nods. Yumi turns and walks off toward the station. Ren watches her go for a second, then turns away into a narrow side street, shoulders hunched.
The drizzle intensifies. Ren tucks the onigiri into his jacket pocket carefully.
EXT. BACK ALLEY NEAR STORE – CONTINUOUS
Ren moves through a dim alley, a known shortcut. He passes a pile of cardboard boxes and overstuffed trash bags.
Suddenly, a hand shoots out from a dark doorway and clamps onto Ren's shoulder. Startled, Ren tries to pull away, but Kenji steps into view, gripping him.
KENJI
(chillingly pleasant)
Taki. We were just talking about you.
From behind a dumpster, Ryu and a third thug (TAKA, 20) emerge. Ren's eyes dart; he's cornered.
REN
Kenji… I—I'm on my way home. I'll have your money soon, I swear.
Kenji's smile is thin and dangerous.
KENJI
Soon isn't good enough. It was due today. Now you think you can stroll out of work and go sing karaoke?
REN
(shakes head quickly)
No, I wasn't… I didn't…
Kenji presses him back against a wall, forearm on Ren's throat—not enough to choke, but a threat.
KENJI
I saw you with that girl. Yumi, huh? (leans in, sneer) You looked cozy.
Ren's face floods with fear.
KENJI (cont'd)
You owe 50,000 yen, and I'm done waiting. Maybe your little friend can pay the price if you can't.
REN
(voice shaking)
Leave her alone. Please. This is between us.
Kenji's eyes flare. In a flash of anger, he SLAMS Ren against the wall. Ren gasps as pain jolts through his bruised ribs.
KENJI
Everything you do is my business until you pay. Don't test me.
Ryu shifts nervously. Taka cracks his knuckles, eager.
KENJI (cont'd)
Alright. Here's what's gonna happen. We're going for a little walk.
He nods to Ryu and Taka. Each grabs one of Ren's arms. Ren struggles futilely.
REN
(straining)
W-where…?
KENJI
We're going to your place. You're gonna hand over whatever you've got. Cash, valuables, anything.
REN
I barely have rent money, I—
Kenji delivers a sharp backhand across Ren's face. Ren's head snaps to the side, cheekbone splitting with a fresh cut.
KENJI
Then we have a problem. (hisses) Maybe I sell that kind coworker of yours some "fun" pills, hm? See how she likes a trip.
Ren's eyes widen in horror.
REN
No! Please… I'll get your money, just— don't drag her into this.
Kenji gestures. Ryu and Taka start marching Ren down the alley.
KENJI
Too late for promises. You should've paid up.
Ren's mind races as they half-drag him. His pocket presses against him—the onigiri Yumi gave. A small kindness now at risk because of him.
He lowers his head in despair as thunder rumbles overhead.
CUT TO:
INT. REN'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The apartment door BANGS open. Ryu and Taka shove Ren inside. Kenji strolls in last, flicking on the single overhead bulb. The cramped space is suddenly exposed: rumpled futon on the floor, the detritus of Ren's life in plain view.
Taka wrinkles his nose at the smell of stale smoke and unwashed clothes.
KENJI
(disgusted)
What a dump.
Ryu yanks open drawers, rifling for valuables. Kenji stalks to the low table and crouches, spotting the open lockbox and paraphernalia.
KENJI (cont'd)
Well, well… (holds up the nearly empty bag of powder)
Looks like you've plenty of money for this, Taki.
REN
(pleading)
I… I just needed to keep going. I'm sorry.
Kenji tosses the bag to Taka, who pockets it with a grin.
KENJI
This barely covers interest. Keep looking.
Ren sinks to his knees, defeated, as they ransack his home. Yumi's onigiri falls from his jacket and rolls near Kenji's foot. Kenji picks it up, sneering.
KENJI (cont'd)
She feeding you now? How sweet.
He tosses the rice ball into the corner. Ren bites his lip, anguish flickering across his face.
Ryu pulls out the photo of Ren's family from under a magazine.
RYU
Boss, look.
He hands it to Kenji. Kenji studies the happy family portrait, then looks at present Ren – bruised, hollow-eyed on the floor – and chuckles.
KENJI
They know you're a junkie loser now? That their golden boy's a waste?
Ren's shoulders shake. He hasn't cried yet, but now shame and rage well up behind his eyes.
REN
(low, tremulous)
Just… take whatever. And go.
Kenji isn't satisfied. He crouches before Ren, holding the photo just out of Ren's reach.
KENJI
You were a bright kid, huh? What went wrong, Taki?
Ren's jaw tightens. He says nothing.
KENJI (cont'd)
(intense quiet)
You think I like doing this? Chasing you down? I don't. Pay up, and we're done. Keep stalling—everyone you care about will pay. Got it?
Ren meets Kenji's eyes at last, tears of frustration and fear brimming.
REN
I got it… I'll get it, I promise.
Kenji nods slowly. He deliberately TEARS the family photo in half and lets the pieces flutter onto the floor.
REN
(no!)
Stop—!
Too late. The image of Ren's parents is ripped away from the image of Ren. Ren chokes back a sob.
Kenji stands, looking down at him with something almost like pity—twisted by contempt.
KENJI
Tomorrow night. Fifty thousand. If not… (cold finality) We'll have another "talk."
He nudges Ren's fallen onigiri with his shoe.
KENJI (cont'd)
Maybe bring your little friend by then. She can join the fun.
Ren's hands clench into fists on the tatami.
KENJI (cont'd)
(to his crew)
We're done here.
Taka slams a cabinet shut, holding a couple of mangy DVDs and an old phone as loot. Ryu casts Ren an uneasy glance—some regret in his eyes—but follows Taka out.
Kenji flicks off the light, plunging Ren back into dimness.
KENJI (cont'd)
See you soon, Taki.
The door slams. Footsteps echo away.
Ren remains kneeling in the darkness, lit only by city glow filtering through the thin curtains. His chest heaves; a silent sob escapes. He shakily gathers the torn pieces of his family photo from the floor and presses them together in his hands as if willing them to mend.
Tears drip onto the glossy paper. Ren wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, smearing blood and tears across his cheek.
He looks around at the shambles of his apartment—now truly empty of hope. His drugs are gone, money gone, dignity trampled.
Ren reaches into the corner, retrieving the crumpled rice ball. Even it has split open, rice spilled. He clutches it to his chest anyway.
After a moment, he rises on unsteady feet.
CUT TO:
INT. TRAIN STATION (SHINJUKU) – LATE NIGHT
The station is mostly quiet at this hour. Only a few late commuters and tired service workers stand waiting on the platform. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on tiled floors.
Ren stands near the edge of the nearly deserted platform, soaked from the rain, arms limp at his sides. His eyes stare blankly at the dark tunnel ahead.
A distant light approaches – the last train. The familiar musical jingle announcing the train's arrival plays, oddly cheerful in the gloom.
Ren steps closer to the yellow safety line. His mind is far away, replaying Kenji's threat, Yumi's smile, his parents' proud faces in that torn photo.
Nearby, an OLDER SALARYMAN sways on his feet, visibly drunk, about ten meters down the platform. On the other side, a SCHOOLGIRL (16) in a damp uniform stands with a vacant expression, clutching a phone. Ren absently notes the girl's shoulders trembling.
The wind of the incoming train tousles Ren's hair. The roar grows.
Ren closes his eyes. A single tear runs down his cheek. He seems on the verge of stepping forward—
Suddenly, a gasp arises from down the platform. Ren's eyes snap open.
In a blur, the schoolgirl leaps onto the tracks just as the headlights of the train burst out of the tunnel.
SCREECHING METAL. The train's brakes howl, too late.
Ren flinches as a sickening THUD echoes. Commuters scream. The salaryman drops his briefcase in shock.
Ren staggers back from the edge, heart pounding. For a moment, everything is surreal and slow: the train grinding to a halt, half-in half-out of the station; red emergency lights flashing.
He forces himself to look. A few meters away, beyond the yellow line, the girl's body lies motionless beside the tracks, tangled in a mess of blood and broken limbs. Her phone glows faintly where it landed on the gravel, an incoming message pinging uselessly.
Ren's breath catches. Amid the horror—the TALL FIGURE in the dark coat is there, down on the tracks, standing over the girl's body.
It's the same silhouette he thought he saw in the alley: the Grim Reaper. Not a skull-faced monster, but a calm, poised presence. He appears as an ageless man in a simple black suit and coat, face pale and serene. His eyes are on the dying girl.
No one else seems to notice him at all as panicked onlookers shout for help. Ren watches, transfixed, as the Grim Reaper kneels and gently places a hand on the girl's forehead. The girl's eyes – somehow still conscious – flicker up to meet the Reaper's gaze. In that instant, her pain seems to ease; her body relaxes.
She exhales one final, visible breath. The Grim Reaper closes his eyes as if in silent acknowledgment.
Ren steps forward involuntarily, right to the platform's edge.
REN
(hoarse, to himself)
Wh-what…?
The Grim Reaper's head turns. He looks directly at Ren.
Their eyes lock across the short distance. Ren trembles – not with fear exactly, but with an overwhelming uncanny dread. The station's fluorescent light catches the Reaper's features for the first time: he is neither smile nor scowl, a face of perfect stillness. Neither warm nor cold.
Ren's lips move, soundless, trying to form words.
The Grim Reaper cocks his head almost imperceptibly, as if studying Ren. There's no menace in his gaze, yet Ren feels seen through, laid bare.
A rushing crowd of station staff in orange vests suddenly descend onto the tracks, carrying emergency kits. A vest obscures Ren's view for just a second—and in that second, the Grim Reaper vanishes.
Ren blinks frantically. The staff surround the lifeless girl. There's commotion, someone pulls the station alarm. Bystanders usher Ren and others away from the edge.
But Ren can't move. He stands rooted, drenched and shaking, staring at the empty spot where that being knelt.
SALARYMAN
(slightly slurred, to Ren)
Did… did you see that? She jumped…
Ren doesn't respond. He slowly raises his hands; they're trembling violently. On his jacket sleeve, a speck of the girl's blood glistens.
He stares at the smear of red on his fingers, and the reality of what happened—and what he almost did—crashes down on him.
Ren stumbles back, away from the chaotic scene. The salaryman tries to steady him.
SALARYMAN
Easy, son. Sit down.
Ren wrenches free, shaking his head.
REN
(no voice)
I… I…
Without another word, Ren turns and flees, pushing through the small gathering crowd.
END OF ACT I
Act II
INT. REN'S APARTMENT – LATE NIGHT
The door bursts open and Ren lurches in, soaking wet and gasping for breath. He slams the door shut and bolts it, as if something might have followed him.
His chest heaves. He paces in the dark, mind racing with the memory of the train station—the girl, the impact, and that silent figure.
REN
(muttering to himself)
It wasn't real… I'm seeing things…
He rubs his eyes hard. His hand, still stained with that tiny streak of blood, smears red across his face. Ren flinches and stumbles into the tiny bathroom cubicle.
INT. REN'S BATHROOM – CONTINUOUS
Harsh light as he flicks on the bathroom lamp. Ren grips the sink and scrubs his hands and face furiously. Pinkish water swirls down the drain.
He looks up at the mirror. A pale, hollow-eyed ghost of himself stares back—bruise on his cheek, cut lip, water dripping from his hair.
REN
(quivering)
What's happening to me…
As he stares, behind his reflection—a dark shape stands in the bathroom doorway for an instant.
Ren whirls around. Nothing. The doorway is empty.
He exhales shakily. Clearly, he's rattled to the core.
Ren opens his medicine cabinet. Inside are a few blister packs of pills (painkillers, sleeping tablets). He grabs two pills and dry-swallows them, hoping to knock himself out and escape these thoughts.
He sinks down to the bathroom floor, back against the wall, knees to his chest. In the silence, tears finally come. He presses a fist to his mouth to stifle sobs that threaten to wrack his body.
REN
(whispering)
I can't… I can't do this anymore.
He shuts his eyes tight.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE – AFTERNOON (NEXT DAY)
The ding of the shop's door chime. Ren stands behind the counter again, in uniform, but he's a wreck. His hands shake as he tries to count change to a customer.
The CUSTOMER (middle-aged woman) frowns at the coins dropped on the counter.
CUSTOMER
I gave you a thousand yen. That change is wrong.
Ren blinks, struggling to focus. Yumi, at the magazine rack, quickly intervenes.
YUMI
(to customer, polite)
I'm sorry ma'am, let me help.
She gently nudges Ren aside and corrects the change with a professional smile.
CUSTOMER
(huffs)
Pay attention next time.
The customer leaves. Yumi turns to Ren, who stands there staring at nothing.
YUMI
(softly)
Ren… Are you sure you're okay? You're shaking.
Ren's eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep. He barely slept after the pills, plagued by nightmares.
REN
I… didn't sleep.
YUMI
Why don't you sit in the back for a bit? I'll cover.
REN
No, I… (he presses a hand to his forehead) I need fresh air.
YUMI
Concerned, touches his arm
I'll take care of the counter. Go ahead.
Ren nods gratefully, too tired to protest. He steps out from behind the counter.
EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE – CONTINUOUS
Ren pushes through the glass door, nearly stumbling onto the sidewalk. The afternoon sun is too bright; he squints, leaning against the wall. He gulps in air.
He pulls out his phone with trembling hands. News alerts flash on the screen; one headline reads: "Teen Suicide at Shinjuku Station – Bystanders in Shock."
Ren's stomach twists. He turns the screen off, shoving the phone away. Instead, he lights a cigarette from a crushed pack in his pocket. He inhales deeply, trying to steady himself.
A moment later, Yumi slips outside, having asked another clerk to watch the counter. She approaches quietly.
YUMI
Ren?
He glances at her and quickly wipes at his eyes, as if to hide any weakness.
REN
Sorry… I just needed a smoke.
YUMI
It's okay. (beat) I heard what happened at Shinjuku station last night. They mentioned a young girl…
REN
(tight, staring at ground)
I was there.
YUMI
Oh…
Yumi gently touches his shoulder.
YUMI (cont'd)
I'm so sorry. That must have been horrible.
Ren's face crumples, but he holds back the flood.
REN
(voice low)
She just… jumped. Right in front of me. I can't stop seeing it.
Yumi steps closer under the awning, lowering her voice.
YUMI
Maybe you should talk to someone. A counselor… or even just take a few days off.
Ren takes a trembling drag of the cigarette. He exhales shakily.
REN
If I take days off, I'll lose this job. I can't afford that.
Yumi's eyes search his.
YUMI
Your life is more important than a convenience store job, Ren.
Ren gives a hollow laugh that borders on a sob.
REN
(sotto)
I'm not sure I agree.
Yumi frowns, squeezing his shoulder a little.
YUMI
Don't say that.
Ren finally looks up at her. The raw pain in his eyes is stark.
REN
(whisper)
Why not? It's true.
Yumi opens her mouth to respond, but at that moment, Ren's phone vibrates in his pocket—jarring him. He fishes it out.
A text from an unknown number (or maybe Kenji's burner phone): "Time's up, Taki. Tonight. Or we find you."
Ren's face drains of color. Yumi notices the change.
YUMI
Bad news?
Ren locks the phone quickly.
REN
Just… a bill I forgot. I have to handle it.
He stubs out the cigarette and straightens, masking his panic poorly.
REN (cont'd)
I'm okay now. Let's get back.
Yumi watches him with worry but nods slowly.
YUMI
Alright. But promise you'll talk to someone? Even me? You don't have to carry everything alone.
Ren forces a tiny, brittle smile.
REN
I appreciate it. Really.
It's not a promise, but it's all he can muster. They head back inside.
CUT TO:
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE – EVENING (CLOSING TIME)
Ren bows goodbye to the manager and steps out of the store, having finished his shift. The sun has set; neon reflections shimmer in puddles on the street.
Yumi jogs a few steps to catch up with him outside.
YUMI
Ren! Wait up.
REN
(surprised)
You didn't have to wait…
YUMI
(smiling gently)
I figured we could walk to the station together. You… shouldn't be alone tonight.
Ren looks at her kind expression. He almost falters, longing to accept the companionship, but the text from Kenji blazes in his mind.
REN
(wary)
Actually… I have something I need to do.
YUMI
This late?
Ren steps back, avoiding her eyes.
REN
It's urgent. I'm sorry.
Yumi's face falls slightly, but she nods.
YUMI
Okay. Then see you tomorrow?
Ren opens his mouth, hesitates. Deep down, he's not sure if he'll survive the night to see tomorrow. He swallows.
REN
(quietly)
Sure… tomorrow.
Yumi turns to go, but she stops, deciding something. She reaches into her bag and presses a small slip of paper into Ren's hand.
YUMI
Here. My number. If you need to talk… about anything, anytime… call me. Please.
Ren stares at the piece of paper with her neat handwriting. No one has ever given him such an open offer.
REN
(faint)
Yumi…
YUMI
I mean it. Don't hesitate, okay?
He nods, slipping the paper carefully into his pocket like a precious thing.
REN
Thank you.
She hesitates, then gives a tiny wave and heads off down the sidewalk.
Ren stands there watching her until she disappears around a corner. The moment she's gone, the weight of his situation crashes back.
He pulls out his phone and re-reads the ominous text: "Tonight."
Ren steels himself and hurries off in the opposite direction, jacket pulled tight.
CUT TO:
EXT. KABUKICHO RED-LIGHT DISTRICT – NIGHT
Ren navigates through the garish lights of Kabukicho, Tokyo's sleepless neon underbelly. Host club touts and shady figures loiter. Ren keeps his head down.
He pauses outside a pawn shop, its shutters down for the night, and curses under his breath—no chance to pawn anything now. He has almost no cash on him.
Desperate, Ren slips into a narrow alley behind a line of clubs. He finds the back door of one — a dive bar where he once delivered packages for Kenji. The door is ajar for trash disposal.
INT. DIVE BAR STORAGE ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Ren sneaks in. The storage room is cluttered with crates of liquor and boxes of supplies. Faint music thumps from the club beyond a door.
Ren spots a purse hung on a peg — perhaps an employee's belongings. He grimaces but goes to it. With shaking hands, he rifles through and finds a wallet.
REN
(whisper)
I'm sorry…
He empties the cash from the wallet (a few crisp bills, maybe ¥10,000 total). Guilt flashes across his face, but fear drives him. He pockets the money.
Suddenly, the door to the bar swings open. A BARTENDER steps in carrying a case of beer.
BARTENDER
Hey! What the hell are you doing?
Ren bolts past him, knocking the case from the man's hands. Bottles clatter and shatter.
BARTENDER
Thief! Come back here!
EXT. KABUKICHO ALLEY – CONTINUOUS
Ren sprints down the alley, the bartender's angry shouts echoing. He weaves through a maze of backstreets until he's sure he isn't followed.
Breathing hard, he leans against a vending machine, adrenaline coursing. He's got some money now—but nowhere near enough, and he's just made another enemy.
REN
(panting, to himself)
Stupid… stupid…
He bangs the back of his head against the vending machine in frustration.
Then—a presence. Ren senses someone nearby and jolts.
At the mouth of the alley, partly illuminated by a flickering neon sign, stands the Grim Reaper. As before, dressed inconspicuously in a dark suit and coat, hands at his sides. He's about 20 feet away, watching Ren calmly.
Ren's heart leaps into his throat. He glances around—no one else is in this alley. Only him and this silent figure.
REN (cont'd)
(voice trembling)
You… why are you…?
The Grim Reaper says nothing, face unreadable. A beat of tense silence.
Ren, half-crazed by stress and fatigue, steps toward the figure, fists clenched.
REN (cont'd)
(shouting in a harsh whisper)
What do you want?!
The Grim Reaper tilts his head slightly at the outburst, but remains mute.
Ren's eyes dart with desperation.
REN (cont'd)
You were there… at the station. At the alley. Are you following me?!
Still no answer. Only that steady, inscrutable gaze.
Ren's anger falters, giving way to fear and anguish. He takes another step, tears forming.
REN (cont'd)
Please… just— just leave me alone!
He blinks tears away, and in that split second the figure is gone again. The alley is empty save for Ren and the hum of the vending machine.
Ren turns in a circle, chest heaving, scanning every shadow. Nothing.
REN (cont'd)
(whispering)
Am I losing my mind…?
He rakes a hand through his damp hair. The confrontation has rattled him deeply.
But before he can collect himself, a harsh voice slices through the night:
KENJI (O.S.)
Taki!
Ren whirls around. Kenji and Taka emerge from the street end of the alley. Kenji's expression is dark—he's been looking for Ren.
KENJI (cont'd)
You got my money?
Ren instinctively backs away, and in his mind he can still sense the Grim Reaper's eyes somewhere, but now real danger is in front of him.
REN
I—I have some. Not all.
He fumbles out the stolen cash.
Kenji storms forward and snatches it, counting in a glance. His face twists with rage.
KENJI
Ten thousand? You think this is a joke?!
He shoves Ren brutally against the vending machine. Ren's head cracks against the metal, dazing him.
REN
(dizzy)
I-I'll get more… I just need time—
Kenji draws a switchblade from his jacket and presses it to Ren's cheek, right on his bruise. Ren freezes, breath hitching.
KENJI
Time's up. You had plenty of chances.
Taka watches, arms folded, a bit uneasy at how far Kenji is going.
REN
(choking out)
I'll do anything… please…
Kenji's knife travels down to Ren's throat lightly.
KENJI
Anything? (eyes glint) Alright.
He releases Ren, who stumbles forward, gasping.
KENJI (cont'd)
We have a delivery tonight. You're coming with, to make up for this shortfall.
REN
(nods frantically)
Okay… Okay.
Kenji pockets the money and blade.
KENJI
You mess this up, or run – consider Yumi gone. Understand?
Ren's face crumples. He nods once, resigned.
REN
I understand.
Kenji gestures for Ren to follow. Taka falls in behind, giving Ren a grim look.
As they lead him off, Ren casts one last glance over his shoulder to the alley where the Grim Reaper stood. Of course, there's nothing now but darkness.
CUT TO:
INT. ABANDONED BUILDING - MIDNIGHT
Kenji's crew has taken over a floor of an old, condemned office building on the outskirts of Shinjuku. Broken windows, graffiti on the walls, scattered trash. It's a known squatting spot for delinquents.
A makeshift table is set up with small packets of pills and powder. A few other low-level gang members lounge around, smoking and snickering. Among them is Ryu, looking shaken still by last night's events.
Kenji marches Ren inside by the arm. Taka and Ryu exchange looks.
RYU
Kenji… maybe we should ease up. He saw that stuff at the station, he's not right in the head.
KENJI
Shut it. He wants to pay off his debt tonight. Don't you, Taki?
Kenji shoots Ren a deadly glare. Ren nods numbly.
REN
Yes. Just tell me what to do.
Kenji points to the table of drugs.
KENJI
We're packaging these for some customers. Then we deliver. You'll go with Taka and do whatever he says.
Taka nods once, cracking his neck.
Kenji steps closer to Ren, voice low.
KENJI (cont'd)
And if any of this goes missing— if you even think of pocketing one pill—
He taps his blade, tucked in his belt. Ren gulps.
REN
I won't. I swear.
Kenji smirks without humor and releases him.
KENJI
Good. Now get to work.
Ren sits cross-legged at the table across from Ryu. Taka joins, supervising.
They begin sorting pills into tiny zip bags. Ren's fingers tremble as he works; he's never done this before.
At one point, Ryu's hands shake too, a pill slips and rolls toward Ren. Ren picks it up and hands it back; their eyes meet. Ryu looks away quickly, guilt-ridden.
RYU
(quietly)
Sorry…
Ren just nods, saying nothing.
Time passes in tense silence as they work. The others talk in low voices or doze.
Ren's exhaustion weighs heavy. His vision swims from the harsh fluorescent lantern someone set up. He's coming down hard from last night's drug and no sleep; cold sweat beads on his forehead.
He finishes sealing another packet and pauses, dizzy. The room's air feels thin.
Suddenly Ryu speaks up, barely above a whisper:
RYU
(to Ren)
You… you saw it, right? The girl at the station?
Ren's hands freeze. Ryu's eyes are red-rimmed; perhaps he's been haunted by it too.
REN
(nodding slowly)
Yeah. I saw.
Ryu swallows, haunted.
RYU
Ever since… I keep thinking, that could've been me. Or any of us.
Taka overhears and scoffs.
TAKA
Keep your head, man. That chick was weak. Couldn't handle her crap, so she jumped.
RYU
(biting back)
You weren't there, Taka. You didn't see it up close.
Kenji, across the room counting inventory, raises an eyebrow at the chatter.
KENJI
Focus, idiots. We're almost done.
Ren places the last pill in a bag and seals it. Task complete. He exhales, rubbing his eyes.
Kenji checks the packages, then nods satisfied.
KENJI (cont'd)
Alright. Taka, take Taki with you. Ryu, cover the south end drop with me.
Ryu stands, unsteady, but nods. Kenji and Ryu gather half the goods into a backpack.
Kenji tosses another small backpack to Ren.
KENJI (cont'd)
You handle that one. Taka will handle the buyer. You're just extra hands.
Ren slips the backpack on, the weight of it heavy in more ways than one.
They all head out of the dingy room into the night.
CUT TO:
EXT. SHADOWED STREET – LATER NIGHT
Ren and Taka walk down a deserted side street, lit by a few flickering streetlamps. The city is quieter here. Taka leads, eyes darting for their contact.
Ren trails a step behind, clutching the backpack straps. He's bone-tired and nervous.
TAKA
(to Ren, low)
Just stand there and look tough, alright? Let me do the talking.
Ren gives a half-nod. He's far from looking tough — gaunt and bruised — but Taka doesn't care.
A FIGURE approaches from a cross street — a man in a hoodie. This is the buyer.
BUYER
(quiet, guarded)
You Kenji's guy?
TAKA
Yeah. (jerks a thumb at Ren) Brought backup in case of trouble.
The buyer eyes Ren, who lowers his gaze. The three step into a narrow alley to exchange.
Taka unzips the backpack and shows the goods. The buyer peeks in, then hands Taka an envelope of cash.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens keens in the distance, growing louder.
BUYER
Shit, cops?
TAKA
(relaxed smirk)
They're not for us, chill.
Ren, however, stiffens. He peers past the buyer down the alley —
At the far end under a streetlight stands the Grim Reaper, just watching them. The sight is startling in this mundane drug deal scene — a silent witness in darkness.
Ren's breath catches. The buyer notices Ren's distracted stare.
BUYER
(to Ren)
What's your problem?
Ren doesn't respond, eyes fixed on the distant Reaper. The buyer follows Ren's line of sight — but sees nothing unusual, just an empty street beyond.
The sirens wail louder, echoing between buildings. The buyer gets skittish.
BUYER (cont'd)
No cops, huh? Screw this.
He suddenly bolts, grabbing the backpack from Taka's hands and sprinting off with both cash and drugs.
TAKA
Hey! Goddammit!
Taka takes off after the buyer down the alley.
Ren stands frozen a moment, torn — he looks back toward the streetlight. The Grim Reaper still stands there, neutral, observing.
REN
(pleading in a whisper)
Help… do something…
Of course, the figure does not move.
Ahead, the buyer knocks over trash cans, trying to delay Taka. Taka curses and gains on him, tackling him to the ground. They scuffle violently.
Ren forces himself into motion and runs toward them.
The buyer, in panic, pulls a small knife and JABS Taka's thigh. Taka howls, releasing him. The buyer scrambles up and runs into the street—
THUD! He is immediately struck by a speeding police patrol car that swings around the corner responding to an unrelated call. The impact is brutal; the buyer's body flies several meters and lands crumpled.
Ren skids to a stop, horrified. The patrol car screeches to a halt; two OFFICERS jump out, shouting into their radios for an ambulance.
Ren's eyes dart around. Taka is slumped against a wall, gripping his bleeding thigh, cursing in pain. The backpack lies in the street, contents spilled — drugs in plain view under the flashing police lights.
OFFICER
(shouting)
Police! Don't move!
Ren's blood runs cold. Taka tries to stand but collapses. One officer attends to the unconscious buyer, the other approaches Taka, gun drawn.
Ren is partially hidden in the shadows of the alley mouth. They haven't seen him yet. The Grim Reaper stands further back, gaze on the buyer's lifeless form beneath the car's headlights.
Time seems to slow as Ren's survival instinct kicks in. He takes a step backward, heart pounding. If he stays, he'll be arrested… Kenji's threat rings in his head: jail or death, either way it's over.
The officer with the gun now notices Ren.
OFFICER
You! Stop right there!
Ren bolts. He turns and runs back the way he came, sprinting with everything left in him.
OFFICER
Stop! Police!
Ren does not stop. He disappears into the labyrinth of alleyways, adrenaline fueling him beyond exhaustion.
CUT TO:
EXT. CITY STREETS – LATER
Ren, panting, clutches a stitch in his side. He has lost the police in the warren of streets, but he keeps moving, paranoid. He darts through a quiet park, across a footbridge, and finally slows in a secluded alley behind closed shops.
He leans against the wall, wheezing, tears of frustration and fear in his eyes. Everything is falling apart.
REN
(whispering raggedly)
I'm done… I'm so done…
He slides down to sit on the ground among litter. In the dim light, he fumbles out his phone. His hands hover over it – perhaps to call Yumi? The only person who'd help.
He unlocks the screen. 5 missed calls – likely from Kenji or unknown numbers. One new message: an image. It's from Kenji: a photo of Yumi leaving work earlier, oblivious, clearly taken from a distance. The message: "Last warning."
Ren's face crumples completely. A strangled sob escapes his throat.
REN
No more… I can't…
He scrolls to Yumi's number, thumb hovering. But what can he say? He's dragged her into a nightmare. If he calls, she might get involved or hurt.
Another option flickers – his mother's contact. He hasn't spoken to his family in ages. Would they even understand? Shame and hopelessness flood him. He closes the phone.
Ren slowly stands, wiping snot and tears with the back of his hand. His expression solidifies into eerie calm—resignation.
CUT TO:
INT. REN'S APARTMENT – PRE-DAWN HOURS
The door creaks open. Ren steps inside his apartment one last time. It's dark and silent. He doesn't bother with the light.
He moves with mechanical purpose, retrieving a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka from the floor, then goes to the bathroom cabinet. He takes out all the pill packets he has left—painkillers, sleeping pills—everything.
He sits on the floor, back against his futon, in near darkness. Only the faint grey of impending dawn seeps through the window.
Ren unscrews the vodka and downs a burning gulp. With trembling determination, he starts popping pills out of their blisters, a pile accumulating in his palm. Painkillers, anti-anxiety meds—whatever he had scrounged over months.
He pauses, phone in hand again. In a moment of clarity, he begins typing a text to Yumi:
"Thank you for caring. I'm sorry."
His thumb hovers over send. A tear splashes on the screen, blurring the words. He hits SEND, voice cracking as he sobs.
REN
(choking out)
I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…
He tosses the phone aside. It lands by the torn family photo pieces on the floor.
Ren raises the handful of pills, staring at them through tear-filled eyes.
He washes them down with a long swallow of vodka, gagging slightly but determined. Then another handful of pills—some he crushes and mixes into the vodka to get them all down.
His breath quickens as the cocktail of substances hits his empty, stressed stomach. He lies back on the futon, gaze unfocused on the ceiling.
The apartment seems to darken further, his vision tunneling. His heartbeat thuds loudly in his ears.
As consciousness slips, a figure appears at his bedside. The Grim Reaper stands over Ren, exactly as before—calm, balanced, neither kind nor cruel, simply present.
Ren isn't startled this time. His half-lidded eyes roll toward the figure and a weak, tragic smile touches his lips.
REN
(slurring)
You… you came for me… finally.
The Grim Reaper gazes down, silent.
Ren's head lolls to the side. He's fading fast, body growing limp.
REN (cont'd)
(bitter whisper)
I… I can't even do life right. Such a… waste.
Tears leak from the corners of Ren's eyes, onto the futon.
REN (cont'd)
(trembling)
If… if you're real… just… get it over with. Please.
A long beat. The Grim Reaper slowly kneels beside Ren, bringing his face level. Ren's hazy eyes meet the Reaper's steady gaze.
For the first time, the Grim Reaper speaks—his voice low and resonant, carrying the weight of endless nights:
GRIM REAPER
Almost gently
Is this truly what you want?
Ren's brow furrows. The voice seems to echo inside his head, measured and calm.
REN
I… I want…
He coughs, his body starting to react to the overdose—small convulsions ripple through him.
REN (cont'd)
(whisper)
I want the pain to stop.
The Grim Reaper's expression does not change. He looks around the squalid room—at the torn photo, the empty syringe on the floor, the slivers of dawn creeping in.
GRIM REAPER
Pain ends for everyone… eventually.
Ren gives a feeble, delirious laugh that turns into a sob.
REN
Eventually. You mean when you— when death comes. (anguished) I don't have anything else. No reason to stay… No one who…
He trails off, shuddering.
GRIM REAPER
You are blind to what you have.
Ren's dimming eyes flicker with confusion and anger.
REN
What do I have? Tell me! (voice cracking) I have nothing. No one needs me… I'm just a burden…
His speech slurs as the pills drag him under.
REN (cont'd)
I tried. I really… tried…
GRIM REAPER
(not unkind, but firm)
Life was never promised to be kind.
Ren's breathing slows, tears on his lashes. He gazes at the Reaper, tearful and childlike.
REN
I'm so tired.
GRIM REAPER
I know.
The Grim Reaper reaches out a hand and—hesitates. Instead of touching Ren, he places it on the floor, mere inches from Ren's outstretched fingers, as if waiting.
GRIM REAPER (cont'd)
You call for me, yet you fear me.
Ren's fading mind recalls every moment of terror and awe he felt seeing this being. A tear slides down his cheek.
REN
I… I'm not afraid anymore.
He closes his eyes, surrendering. His hand twitches, almost reaching for the Reaper's.
The Grim Reaper watches, completely still. Ren's breathing becomes very shallow.
All is quiet.
BAM! BAM! – urgent pounding on the apartment door.
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Muffled, panicked
Ren! Ren, are you in there?!
It's Yumi's voice.
REN'S EYES flutter, but he's barely conscious.
The Grim Reaper stands, turning his head calmly toward the door.
YUMI (O.S.)
Ren, please! Answer me!
Ren's phone on the floor lights up with new incoming call: "Yumi".
The Grim Reaper looks down at Ren one more time—his face unreadable, but lingering on Ren's faintly rising chest.
GRIM REAPER
(softly)
Not yet.
And then, as a shaft of dawn light breaks through the window, the Grim Reaper is simply gone.
The door crashes open—Yumi forces her way in, having used the spare key Ren's landlord holds (she begged for emergency access).
Yumi rushes to Ren's side on the futon.
YUMI
Oh god… Ren!
She sees the pill packets, the vodka. She shakes him.
YUMI (cont'd)
Ren, wake up! Ren!
Ren's eyes roll open weakly at the sound of her voice. He's barely there.
REN
(groggy, slurred)
Yu…mi…?
Yumi frantically grabs her phone and dials emergency services.
YUMI
(into phone, voice trembling)
Yes, hello, I need an ambulance! My friend overdosed… please hurry, he's barely breathing…
Ren's head lolled toward her voice. He sees Yumi's face streaked with tears as she holds the phone, pressing her free hand to his cheek.
YUMI (cont'd)
Ren, stay with me. Please, just hold on.
Ren's cloudy eyes fill with tears again.
REN
(weak)
I'm sorry… I'm sorry…
Yumi strokes his hair, fighting sobs.
YUMI
Shh, it's okay. You'll be okay. I'm here.
As Ren slips into unconsciousness, he feels the warmth of her hand, a stark contrast to the cool, quiet presence that was there moments before.
His lips part as if to speak, but his eyes close. Yumi holds his hand tightly, rocking slightly as sirens wail closer in the dawn.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT II
Act III
FADE IN:
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY
A bland hospital room, midday. Ren lies in a bed, an IV hooked into his arm. He's pale but alive. His eyes are closed; he's resting.
In a chair beside the bed, Yumi sits vigil. There are dark circles under her eyes; she's been here for hours. On a side table is a vase with a single sunflower and a get-well card.
Ren's eyes flutter open to the unfamiliar ceiling. He blinks, disoriented by the beeping monitor and antiseptic smell.
Yumi notices and leans forward, relief flooding her face.
YUMI
Ren? Hey…
Ren turns his head. Seeing Yumi, he furrows his brow in confusion and shame.
REN
(voice raspy)
Yumi… I…
Yumi stands, gently placing a hand on his arm to calm him.
YUMI
It's okay. You're okay.
Ren tries to sit up, winces at the IV tugging and the soreness in his body.
REN
What… how…?
YUMI
I got your text. "Thank you for caring. I'm sorry."
Her voice wavers at the memory.
YUMI (cont'd)
I knew something was wrong, so I came. I found you just in time.
Ren's eyes fill with tears of regret.
REN
I'm… sorry. I'm so sorry…
Yumi's eyes shine as she shakes her head.
YUMI
Don't be. I'm just glad you're alive.
Ren struggles with a swell of emotion—gratitude, guilt, shame.
REN
(hoarse)
I didn't think… anyone would come.
YUMI
(squeezing his arm)
I told you, you're not alone. You have me. You have others who care, even if you don't know it.
Ren turns his face away, tears escaping down his cheeks.
REN
I almost… I almost left you with that message as my last words.
YUMI
(voice soft but firm)
But you're still here. That's what matters.
Ren takes a shaky breath. For the first time, he feels the weight of being alive — and not entirely unhappy about it.
REN
How long…?
YUMI
Two days. They had you in ICU until this morning.
Ren's eyes widen slightly.
REN
Two days… I…
He remembers fragments: the Grim Reaper at his side, then Yumi's face.
REN (cont'd)
They should've let me die.
Yumi recoils as if slapped.
YUMI
Don't say that.
Ren covers his face with a hand, ashamed.
REN
(after a beat)
You don't understand what I've done… what mess I'm in.
Yumi pulls her chair closer, earnest.
YUMI
Then help me understand. Please. I want to help.
Ren hesitates, then words start tumbling out haltingly, a dam broken:
REN
I owe money… to dangerous people. They've been tormenting me. I stole, I… I got involved in awful things. (his voice cracks) They threatened to hurt you, because they saw us together.
Yumi listens, eyes widening with concern but not judgment.
REN (cont'd)
I thought if I just… disappeared, they'd leave everyone alone. That it'd be easier.
Yumi's hand finds Ren's and holds it tightly.
YUMI
Ren, listen to me. Whatever trouble you're in, we can deal with it. You don't have to face it alone.
REN
(shaking head)
They won't stop… Kenji, he's… he might still try to—
Suddenly, there's a knock. A young POLICE OFFICER steps partially in, looking at Ren.
POLICE OFFICER
Taki Ren?
Ren tenses, fear flashing across his face. Yumi stands instinctively as a barrier.
YUMI
Yes?
POLICE OFFICER
I'm with Shinjuku Police. Just need to ask a few questions.
Ren's heart pounds. He shoots Yumi a worried glance.
REN
(amid cough)
It's okay… Let him.
The officer approaches, checking notes.
POLICE OFFICER
We have a report of a disturbance two nights ago – an incident involving a hit-and-run in Kabukicho. Your name came up as a possible witness.
Ren realizes this must be about the buyer who got hit by the patrol car, and Taka.
REN
I… I was there, but I ran when things… got crazy.
He's truthful, eyes lowered.
POLICE OFFICER
The driver of the vehicle was an officer responding to a call. The man who was struck died at the scene.
Ren's stomach sinks, recalling the buyer's body.
POLICE OFFICER (cont'd)
We also found narcotics at the site. Another man was injured and taken into custody – Taka Morishita.
Ren closes his eyes – Taka survived and is caught.
POLICE OFFICER (cont'd)
He's facing serious drug charges. He gave a statement that you were coerced into involvement. Considering your condition, we're treating you as a victim in this, pending further investigation.
Ren's eyes snap open in surprise.
REN
He… he said that?
POLICE OFFICER
Morishita claims a man named Kenji Sato orchestrated the deal and threatened you. We've been looking for Sato and his accomplice, Ryu Tanaka.
Ren exhales shakily.
REN
They… they threatened to kill me. And her. (gestures to Yumi)
Yumi's hand tightens on his.
POLICE OFFICER
We take that very seriously. We can arrange protective measures for you both if needed.
REN
Where is Kenji now?
POLICE OFFICER
On the run. But with Morishita's testimony and other evidence, we have leads.
Ren nods, processing. Yumi looks at him with relief – it sounds like he might escape Kenji's grasp.
POLICE OFFICER (cont'd)
I know this is a lot, but later we'll need a full statement from you.
REN
I understand.
POLICE OFFICER
For now, just rest. You're safe here.
The officer offers a courteous nod and exits.
Yumi sinks back into her chair, absorbing the news.
YUMI
(relieved whisper)
It might really be over…
Ren lies back, a heavy burden lifting off his chest for the first time in ages. Kenji – the fear of him – receding.
REN
(barely believing)
I never thought… I'd be safe.
Yumi smiles softly through tears.
YUMI
You are. And when you get out of here, we'll figure out what's next. Together.
Ren turns his head to her, eyes full of gratitude and wonder.
REN
Why… why are you doing all this for me?
YUMI
(emotional)
Because I care. Isn't that what people do when someone they care about is hurting?
Ren's face contorts with emotion – he's clearly not accustomed to being cared for.
REN
I don't deserve it…
YUMI
There's no deserving. You're my friend. You matter, Ren.
Ren reaches for her hand with his IV-free hand. She takes it warmly.
REN
(throat tight)
Thank you… for saving my life.
Yumi gently wipes a tear from Ren's cheek.
YUMI
Thank me by living it.
Ren closes his eyes for a moment, nodding. Those simple words sink deep.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. SMALL SHINJUKU SHRINE – LATE AFTERNOON (WEEKS LATER)
A quiet Shinto shrine tucked between high-rises. The late-day sun casts long shadows of the torii gate across stone steps.
Ren climbs the steps slowly. He's thinner, a bit drawn, but clean and sober. He wears a simple jacket, and a satchel over his shoulder. His expression is contemplative but calmer than we've seen before.
Yumi walks beside him, carrying two canned coffees from a vending machine. She offers one to Ren. He accepts with a small smile.
REN
Thanks.
They sit on a bench beneath a cherry tree (out of season, bare branches). Ren opens the can and sips. Yumi studies him quietly.
YUMI
How's the new place?
REN
Exhales
Small, but… safe. The locks work, and no mold. So I can't complain.
YUMI
And work?
REN
I start at the bookstore tomorrow. Part-time, but… it's something.
He manages a shy, hopeful look. Yumi beams.
YUMI
I'm proud of you.
Ren ducks his head, a hint of a smile on his lips at the praise.
REN
It's just shelving and stock-taking…
YUMI
Doesn't matter. It's a new start.
A comfortable silence. Ren takes another sip, gaze drifting over the peaceful shrine courtyard.
REN
Softly
I never came to places like this.
YUMI
To a shrine?
REN
Yeah. Not since I was a kid.
He watches a stray cat weave between stone lanterns.
REN (cont'd)
I used to think… maybe praying didn't work for people like me. (a beat) But maybe it wasn't about getting answers. Maybe it was just about… finding a little peace.
Yumi gently loops her arm through his, leaning her head against his shoulder companionably.
YUMI
Peace is a good goal.
Ren breathes in the crisp air. There's a hint of serenity in his demeanor.
REN
I still feel… messed up sometimes. Like, what happened to me, what I did… it's all still there.
YUMI
Healing takes time. You've come so far in a few weeks. Rehab, therapy… that's a lot of work.
Ren nods slowly. He's attending support meetings — we see a glimpse of a pamphlet sticking out of his satchel. He's taking steps.
REN
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever really be… normal.
YUMI
(teasing lightly)
Normal's overrated.
They share a gentle chuckle.
YUMI (cont'd)
You're alive. You have a future. That's what counts.
Ren's eyes mist a little, appreciation shining.
REN
(quiet)
I wouldn't have either without you.
Yumi presses her head a little closer to his shoulder in response.
A few leaves rustle as a breeze picks up. The sun has almost set, sky turning a soft purple.
Ren's smile fades slightly as a thought comes.
REN
I… I never told you this, but… right before you came that night…
Yumi lifts her head to look at him.
REN (cont'd)
I wasn't alone.
YUMI
(confused)
Alone? In your apartment?
Ren nods, gaze distant.
REN
I kept seeing… someone. A man in a dark coat. He was there that night, I swear it.
Ren bites his lip, wondering if he sounds crazy. Yumi listens intently.
REN (cont'd)
I think… I think it was the Grim Reaper.
Yumi's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she doesn't laugh.
REN (cont'd)
I know that sounds… But he was real. Or felt real. He'd appeared before, whenever I was close to…
He trails off.
REN (cont'd)
Anyway, he was with me. And then you came, and he left.
Yumi considers this, rubbing her thumb over the condensation on her coffee can.
YUMI
Maybe… maybe death was close by. But it didn't claim you.
REN
Because of you.
Yumi shakes her head.
YUMI
Because you chose to stay. You're stronger than you think.
Ren's eyes drop, reflecting on that. Perhaps she's right — he did survive, after all the despair.
YUMI (cont'd)
(murmurs)
I'm glad he left empty-handed.
Ren releases a slow breath. He stands, gently freeing his arm from Yumi's. He faces the shrine's main hall, where a rope hangs from a bell.
REN
I want to…
YUMI
Go ahead.
Ren steps forward to the offering box. He fishes a 100-yen coin from his pocket and tosses it in. He grasps the rope and rings the bell; the clear tone echoes.
Ren clasps his hands together, closing his eyes. Yumi watches from the bench, respectful and supportive.
Ren silently mouths a few words—we can't hear, but perhaps he's expressing thanks or a wish for continued strength, perhaps even peace for the lost souls he's seen.
In that moment, as Ren prays, the camera pans to the edge of the courtyard:
Under the torii gate, in the deepening twilight, the Grim Reaper stands observing quietly. He is partly translucent in the golden dusk light — as if not fully present, or only barely visible.
His face remains impassive, but there's a subtle sense of fulfillment in his eyes as he watches Ren.
Ren finishes his prayer and opens his eyes, exhaling. He turns back to rejoin Yumi, and in doing so, his gaze drifts to the torii gate…
He sees the figure there. Unlike before, Ren doesn't startle. He meets the Grim Reaper's eyes across the distance.
They regard each other calmly for a long beat, two old acquaintances acknowledging an unspoken truth.
Ren gives the slightest nod of recognition and gratitude — a fragile smile on his lips.
The Grim Reaper, almost imperceptibly, inclines his head in return. Not warm, not cold — just a quiet salute of respect and acceptance.
Yumi calls out gently:
YUMI
Ren? Everything okay?
Ren turns to her and smiles genuinely for the first time, the weight of fear truly lifted.
REN
Yeah. Everything's okay.
He looks back to the gate — the Grim Reaper is gone, as if he were never there. Only the evening shadows remain.
Ren returns to Yumi and they walk arm in arm out of the shrine, heading down the steps back into the city. As they depart, streetlights flicker on one by one, illuminating their path.
Above the shrine, the sky has turned a quiet, starless gray. The world goes on — grim and quiet, but with a newfound peace.
FADE OUT.
THE END