The moment Dayo looked at the time, he knew there was still enough daylight left to push one more scene.
Technically, they could finish it.
But his mind didn't settle with it and he had learnt that quality was more important than speed—timing and condition mattered more than urgency.
The scene they had just wrapped was physically demanding. Park had been running, carrying his daughter, shouting, reacting to danger, and maintaining emotional intensity for multiple takes. His body language alone had been exhausting, not to mention the mental strain of holding fear, desperation, and resolve all at once.
Dayo scanned the set.
Sweat-streaked faces. Crew members stretching their backs. Actors sitting quietly, catching their breath. Even the extras looked drained.
He clapped his hands once.
"That's all for today."
The reaction was immediate.
Several people froze.
Someone from the crew looked up. "Sir… we still have time."
Dayo nodded. "I know."
