SCENE: Billiard Room – Night
Location: Alia's Billiard Room
Mood: Creepy, mysterious, gradually tense
Alia and Victor – standing in front of the billiard table, cue stick in hand.
Victor speaks no words, only smiling slowly with his eyes.
A red blood stain on his body—but he shows no reaction.
Alia first focuses on the game but suddenly notices:
> Alia (eyes wide, soft voice):
"Victor… you're bleeding?"
Victor slowly looks at her, a faint smile, no words.
His eyes hold a mysterious fire, as if saying: "Don't worry, everything is under control."
Alia glances at her own hand—blood stains there too.
A strange mix of fear and thrill surges inside her.
> Alia (whispering):
"What… happened?"
Victor smiles again—silent, slow.
As he lightly hits the billiard ball with the cue, he locks eyes with her. Their eyes, blood stains, shadows slowly spreading over the billiard table.
Sound: The billiard ball clicks against the table.
Victor's silent smile fills the room with a terrifying tension.
Alia glances back slowly.
From the shadows, 2–3 unknown men slowly advance.
Their eyes aggressive, holding sharp weapons.
Black marks on their clothes and faces.
Their presence changes the temperature of the room completely.
> Alia (alert, glances at Victor briefly)
In one swift move, she kicks the first intruder in the chest.
He crashes near the billiard table.
The second man rushes—Alia ducks, grabs his hand, and spins him.
The third attacks from behind—Victor steps forward, silently lifts his cue stick, and strikes the man's neck hard.
Blood sprays in the air.
Alia's hair is messy.
Blood splatters across her white shirt.
> Alia (panting):
"Who were they, Victor?!"
Victor
(still with that mysterious calm in his eyes)
steps closer, lowers his head, and places a hand on Alia's shoulder.
> Victor (low voice):
"Your memory hasn't returned… has it?"
Alia freezes.
Eyes wide in deeper astonishment.
She straightens, taking a deep breath with her sweat- and blood-streaked face.
> Alia (cold, with a certain confidence):
"I finished it."
Victor puts down the cue stick, slowly opens a wine bottle.
Pours two glasses—one slightly more, hinting at whose is whose.
Then he pulls out two cigarettes.
One slides toward Alia.
Blood-stained fingers hold the cigarette.
The wine's deep red shines in the glass.
The fallen bodies lie motionless.
Suddenly the door opens.
A middle-aged man enters—suit-clad, glasses on.
He doesn't speak. Just freezes, seeing the scene:
Three bodies on the floor.
Blood everywhere.
Alia and Victor sit as if nothing happened, playing billiards.
The man silently moves to a corner, pulls a deck of cards, and quietly begins playing on an empty table—as if blood, death, and destruction mean nothing new.
> Man (laughing while tossing a card):
"The game's heating up…"
Alia and Victor stand, shadows dancing behind them.
The stranger focuses on his cards.
Alia glances at Victor and whispers teasingly:
> Alia (softly, light laugh):
"You think he's just staring?"
Victor steps forward… flips a card in his hand—playing, but not with the card, with the man.
> Victor (low, cold voice):
"When someone forgets the past… even a card game can be deadly."
Old jazz music plays softly in the background.
Clock ticking.
Cards hit the table tap.The man unable to move, sweat on his forehead.
Alia silently holds her glass; Victor stands—dark, ominous.ROOFTOP – Late Night
Mood: Silent preparation, mysterious black-and-white tension, anticipation
The sky is pitch black. City lights glow far below.
A small light flutters from the rooftop wires.
Alia walks slowly.
Wearing a black formal shirt, white trousers. Utility belt on her waist. Eyes with fierce determination.
She puts on an earpiece. Dark sunglasses despite the night.
> Alia (thinking, clear voice):
"Mission start…"Alia stops suddenly.
Victor stands at the edge of the rooftop.
White three-piece suit, white shirt, white tie.
Slowly sliding gloves on.
Hair tousled, calm and mysterious.
Victor dons a white coat—like a royal warrior.
> Alia (squinting, surprised):
"You… wore that?"
Victor looks at her, faint smile, silent.
Slowly tightens his white glove.
Fine stitching of the glove.
A tiny red stain on his finger.
Glove sound—silent yet sharp.
Light wind, distant bell — time feels frozen.
Alia steps closer.
Face-to-face. Black vs white—but now colors seem symbolic.
> Alia (softly):
"Did you… already know about this mission?"
Victor
(faint, smoky smile, low voice)
> "You think I'm just watching?
I… have been inside from the beginning, Alia."
Victor's hand slowly reaches for Alia's hand.
He embraces her—slowly, cautiously.
Alia startled at first, then closes her eyes.
Breath heavy, memories flickering… yet not fully remembered.
> Victor (whispering in her ear):
"You've forgotten everything… haven't you?"
Alia's hand slowly opens his shirt buttons—one… then another…
No rush, no anxiety—just looking into each other's eyes.
Eyes filled with questions… no uncertainty, only an odd acceptance.Metal buttons clicking.
Wind tossing hair.
Silent, unspoken confession.
Wind whispering.
City's faint noise.
Heartbeat-like low bass.
> Alia (without looking away, softly):
"Did you… create me for all this?"
> Victor (slightly melancholic):
"You created yourself. I only showed the path."
They stare at each other—rooftop, above nothingness.
Below, city lights; above, dark sky.
Eyes full of questions, answers, and something inevitable about to begin.
> FADE OUT.
TEXT ON SCREEN: "The mission is not what she thinks."
SCENE 7: Rooftop – Mission Begins (Continuing)
Mood: From sensitivity to deadly action
Location: High rooftop, night, city lights sparkling
Sound: Tense silence—sudden explosive noiseAlia steps back from Victor.
Brief sadness in her eyes, but unyielding determination on her face.
> Alia (cold voice):
"Not now…"
Camera Pan:
Victor stands still—knows the mission is no longer just a job.
Alia's eyes ablaze—steps backward.
Shadows move in the dark.
5–6 people appear at rooftop entrances.
Black masks, armed. Bat, blade, heavy gear.
One speaks—
> Thug:
"Your game's over, Alia."
ACTION MODE – ON
Slow Motion:
Alia turns slightly, throws off her jacket.
Black shirt and utility belt fully revealed.
Draws a knife.
> Alia (eyes burning):
"You're late…"
Clock ticking stops.
Sudden THWACK! — first punch.
Fight Sequence:
First attacker charges, Alia knee-strikes him—he falls.
Second draws knife—Alia twists his wrist, disarms, and stabs.
Spins, grabs another by leg, throws him over the rooftop edge.
Gun raised—Victor shoots from behind.
Camera Cut:
Victor stands in white suit, holding a gun.
Smoke rises from the barrel.
> Victor (low voice):
"I was just watching, wasn't I?"
Alia glances back, electricity in her eyes.
> Alia:
"This time, you came correctly."
Final Shot:
Bodies strewn across the rooftop.
Torn masks flying in the wind.
Alia bloodied, breathing hard.
Victor stands beside her, silently reloading.
> FADE OUT.
TEXT ON SCREEN: "They're not done yet. The real target is already watching…"
Alia's House – Night, 3 Months Later
Mood: Silent, dusty memories, shadows of the past, gradually revealing mystery
Location: Alia's old palace-like home
Sound: Low piano in background, clock ticking
Opening Shot:
Three months have passed.
Rain pours outside. Droplets slide down the window.
Room dark, faint light from an old chandelier.
Alia walks slowly into a room.
Door rusty, dusty.
She pushes away dust, opens the door.
> TEXT ON SCREEN: "ROOM NOT ENTERED SINCE HER CHILDHOOD"
Camera Follow Shot:
Huge wall with five framed portraits.
Covered in dust, but firmly hung.
Alia stands in front, slowly inspecting:
Frame 1:
> Image: Boy with cross on neck, burning city behind.
Name: "Margaret of Alencia – 1700
(Voice-over): "Feels like my own eyes…"
> Image: Man, white hair, standing in royal attire.
Name: "Zainkha V. – 1700"
(Voice-over, Alia): "Victor…"
Victor: standing in a palace, holding a dagger.
Alia: holding her own dagger.
She touches the middle portrait.
A kind of lock mechanism releases with a click.
Secret photo revealed behind:
Alia and Victor together—dressed in old 1600s attire.
Strangely looking like their present selves.
Eyes, faces matching perfectly.
> Alia (quiet, stunned):
"They… are us? How is this possible?"
Last two portraits (opposite wall):
1700 canvas: Woman in front of burning library—face scarred.
Man holding a metal ring, marked seal.
Close-Up:
Inscription below:
> "ONE BLOOD. ONE PURPOSE. ONE RETURN."
Alia's Secret Room – Night
Mood: Supernatural, suspenseful, strangely beautiful
Location: Hidden room, behind secret wall panel, old artwork
Opening Shot:
Alia moves along the wall.
Finds a press spot… CLICK!
Wood panel slides, revealing a folded canvas.
She dusts and opens it.
Artwork Inside:
Old royal palace hall.
A young royal male stands at center—stern face, deep recognition in eyes.
He resembles Zhenka, royal attire, holding a sword.
Around him, three men:
Left: Black royal suit, hair slicked back, smiling, eyes oddly melancholic (Victor?)
Right: Dark cloak, face partially shadowed, holding seal (Margaret)
Behind: Large mirror, another person—face resembles Alia, wearing red phoenix attire
Camera Zoom: Two men in front of mirror, reflection shows them differently—like today's Victor and Alia.
Mirror Reflection:
They stare at each other.
Subtle smiles, understanding—like a thousand-year-old game being played.
Alia looks at inscription:
> "1700 – When They Were Named The First."
"The Cycle is The Key. The Mirror Remembers."
Sound Design:
A faint echo in her ear—old voice whispers:
"You've returned… but time is short…"
Alia's eyes widen.
She realizes this cycle is not just ancestors or history—her own existence is bound within it.
Final Frame of Canvas:
Four figures standing in front of mirror.
Mirror shows future Alia and Victor in the same pose.
CLOSE-UP ON MIRROR REFLECTION:
They stare at each other—suddenly Victor's reflection winks—though he is standing in the painting…
> FADE TO BLACK.
TEXT ON SCREEN: "The past is not behind. It's watching."