Ah, this made one...
Conflicted. :)
The man pressed between his eyebrows and chuckled.
'Alright.'
'It is what it is.'
'Just let it be, everything is already the best possible arrangement,' he told himself a few words of chicken soup for the soul and turned around, standing by the bed for a few seconds.
Some 'inhuman' thoughts flashed through his mind.
Finally, he turned off the lights and picked up the script sitting on his bedside table. He sat down on the armchair next to the floor to ceiling windows and began flipping through the pages with distinct fingers using a small night light.
Shi Sui was still debating if he wanted to take this film or not.
The script was wonderful, describing a holy and pure church that had a blooming flower of evil embedded within it, while the dark and damp mental asylum contained the only shining point in the entire movie.