TLK editing studio.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
Unlike the usual quietness that pervaded the studio, today, it was filled with the clicking sound of keyboards being pressed.
In this unusual atmosphere, a dozen or so people sat in front of large monitors with glaring black circles. The way they moved seemed as though they were mindless zombies. Just moving for the sake of moving.
"Fucking hell..."
When the Director in charge of them saw this scene, he clicked his tongue. However, he didn't stop them.
He wasn't in a much better state than them.
In fact, one could argue that he was probably in a worse state than them.
"How is it going? How long until you finish editing?"
"Umm..."
When he approached the editor and asked about the progress of the commercial they were working on, all her received was a half-hearted grunt.
"...Umm?"
What's that supposed to mean?
