Don’t Call Me Director

[ "My dear citizens, I am pleased to inform you that our brave officers have successfully brought the situation under control. Over the years, we have faced many wars, but this is the first time we've encountered a psychological battle that was transforming ordinary people into criminals. Our brilliant scientists have traced the root cause of this issue, which arose when a fictional story was mistaken for reality. Those with weak and foolish minds became criminals, while those with a strong mindset, who understood the difference between fiction and reality, were unaffected by this mind-altering movie. These are the same individuals who assisted our nation during these past two years. I salute them.

I've had the movie and all its data completely erased from the internet, so if anyone tries to watch it, they won't find it. My only wish is for our country to continue on a path of light, one that shows us the right way forward, rather than wandering in the darkness where the path is hard to see. Thank you." ]

[ President, one question...]

[ No more questions, please. The president is busy.]

A young man, 20 years old, sat in a hospital bed, staring at the TV. His face was full of questions, regret, anger, and hatred.

"Patient 203, you've just come out of a coma. You need to rest and recover," the nurse advised.

"N...nurse, h...how long was I...in a coma?" Patient 203 asked in a frail voice, still unclear about his condition.

"You were in a coma for two years," the nurse replied gently. She hesitated for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "And...please don't take this the wrong way, but...are you an orphan?"

The nurse felt pity for him. Over the past two years, no one had come to visit him. She had been his only caretaker throughout this time.

"I'm not an orphan. M...my...my mom," 203 said, his voice breaking as he became emotional talking about his mother. He then looked at the nurse with pleading eyes and said, "I want to see my mom."

Hearing his words, the nurse looked confused and replied, "I'm sorry, Patient 203. In the last two years, no one has come to see you."

"What...?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "How is that possible? My mom...my mom was with me when I...arghhh..." His voice trailed off, overwhelmed by frustration and confusion.

"Patient 203, your head wound hasn't healed yet. Please rest. We'll discuss everything once your health improves," the nurse said, her concern evident. She had developed a bond with him over the past two years and wanted to ensure he recovered fully before addressing his questions.

One Month Later...

"Victor, today is your discharge day. If you ever need anything—money, help, or even just someone to talk to—don't hesitate to let your elder sister know, okay? And make sure you take care of yourself," Nurse Lisa said with a warm smile, her voice full of genuine concern, like an older sibling guiding a younger one.

Victor smiled back, his face much lighter than before. "Yes, Sister Lisa, I'll take care of myself. But you too—don't work too much overtime, alright?"

Lisa raised an eyebrow, pretending to be annoyed. "Idiot, don't lecture me about my health!"

Victor laughed softly. "Haha, sorry, but I care about you. I want you to always stay healthy and happy." His words were simple but came straight from the heart, his gratitude shining in his expression.

Lisa softened at his words. "Alright, alright, I'll take care of myself. Now I have to check on my other patients. And don't forget to stay in touch—call me sometimes, okay? Bye!" She waved as she turned to leave.

Watching her go, Victor's eyes lingered for a moment, and he whispered to himself, "Sister Lisa, thank you so much for everything you've done for me these past two years. I'll never forget your kindness. If you ever need me, I'll always be there for you."

As he spoke, his emotions overwhelmed him, and tears began to trickle down his cheeks—a mix of gratitude and the bittersweet realization that he was leaving behind someone who had become family to him.

Victor stepped out of the hospital, wiping away the tears that had formed in his eyes. After two long years, he was finally outside, breathing fresh air. For most people, this moment would bring relief or happiness, but Victor's face reflected none of that. Instead, his expression was a storm of anger, hatred, and deep regret.

"My mom is missing... For two years, they've been telling me she's dead. But I know she's alive. I'm sure of it. She was with me when those people cornered me," Victor murmured to himself, his fists clenching as the memories came flooding back.

When he had regained consciousness in the hospital, officers had visited him to ask questions. They wanted to know how he had sustained the head injury, whether he had any family, and if there had been any disputes or attempts to harm himself. Victor had responded to their inquiries calmly, despite his confusion. But when he asked about his mother, the officers showed him a photograph and claimed she had passed away.

Victor had stared at the photo in disbelief. "This isn't my mom. This is some other woman," he thought, his heart sinking. He could feel it—something was being hidden from him. Now, as he stood outside the hospital, determination etched on his face, he made a silent vow.

"They think I'll believe their lies? I won't stop until I find the truth about my mom. No matter what it takes, I'll bring her back."

.....

When I woke up from the coma, my life had completely changed. Because of my mistake, my mom went missing, and my foster sister, Lisa, lost her life—because of me. I was powerless, directionless, and merely surviving without purpose.

But then something came along that gave me a path, a reason to live, and the strength to take my revenge. That's how I became Skull and rose to rule the underworld.

All of this was inspired by the movie Mafia World . This film shaped me, and its director became my idol.

" And now this fool suddenly shows up, claiming my idol is retiring. Does he even value his life? "

When his gang member stormed into the room, loudly announcing the news, it was as if Skull's buried memories came rushing back, accompanied by a torrent of bitter regrets.

The room descended into an eerie silence. The film on the screen was paused, and the gang members standing nearby exchanged uneasy glances. Deep down, they began whispering silent prayers for their comrade. "May the heavens grant Teras a swift, painless death… God, have mercy on him," they thought grimly.

Rising from his plush sofa, Don Victor walked unhurriedly toward Teras. His every step carried a heavy sense of finality. The gun dangling from the chain in his hand swayed lightly, a chilling prelude to the fate that awaited.

"B… Boss, th… this news is completely true. The reporters haven't gotten hold of it yet… but tomorrow morning, on City A's Entertainment Stage, Tames Kamron will be presented with his retirement award," Teras stammered, trying to explain while trembling with fear.

The Entertainment Stage was a prestigious platform where celebrated stars received recognition. For someone as iconic as Tames Kamron, the community organized a grand retirement ceremony, a tradition reserved for those bidding farewell to their industry with respect and pride.

Skull remained silent, his piercing gaze fixed on Teras. The room felt suffocating under the weight of his unspoken anger. Slowly, his expression hardened, and his voice, calm but cold, broke the silence. "How… how can he retire? His hands still move, his legs still stand, and his heart still beats... I need to ask him myself."

Everyone in the room heard Don Victor murmuring to himself. Their eyes widened in shock, and their minds screamed with worry

"Boss, that man is already 80 years old! He could leave for the heavens at any moment!"

But no one had the courage to voice these thoughts aloud.

"Teras, get the car," Skull ordered, his hand snapping as the chain-dangling gun slipped into his grip effortlessly.

"B…but, Boss, it's already too late… a…and… security will be incredibly tight," Teras stammered, his voice quivering as he attempted to reason with the boss.

"Ahh... I need to keep my temper in check. Acting in anger has ruined enough plans. Tomorrow, before the award ceremony, I'll try reasoning with my idol. If he doesn't understand…" Skull began to ponder silently "...then there will be no other option but to kidnap him."

He stood there, calm and calculated, considering his next move.

"Hmm."

"W-What… what did we just hear?! Did Boss actually agree to listen to one of his lackeys?" Every member in the room was stunned into silence, some biting their tongues in disbelief. Teras, too, stood frozen, sharing the same bewildered expression as the others.