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Our winner is Plengpin! Give her a big hand!

Starting tomorrow, your life's going to change completely.

Thank you, Ajin.

Hey, don't get too excited.

Don't tease me. I'm perfectly fine.

Don't forget. You can't have the dress in the footage.

I know.

22 May 2007.

Our first day collecting samples from

the Bu-nga Muen Phamorn dress.

It's a legendary artifact.

Everyone into the occult has heard of it.

And now, it's right here in front of us.

We've brought

almost every piece of gear we have,

as we don't know what we'll encounter.

But I strongly believe

we'll decode something for sure.

June 5, 2007.

Two weeks into the experiment.

The lab results are in.

Nothing special.

No matter what we did,

no response.

Zero reaction.

It's nothing but an ordinary old costume.

But we're not giving up.

We'll find something for sure.

Four months, 28 days.

Anan and the rest of the team

have started talking about shelving the project.

Just a worthless piece of junk, huh?!

Then what the hell have I been doing all this time?

Ow!

You! How could you do this to me?!

Let go!

Who are you?

Come on, people. Pick up the pace.

We're live in a few minutes.

You already know, don't you,

what's inside that cabinet?

And you're not scared?

Sometimes I just don't get people like you.

You know exactly what's in there, but still want to snatch it for yourself.

And it's not just you who knows, is it?

You really don't know

who those people are?

What people?

Well, we're going in circles here.

If you don't want to answer, fine.

Ajin,

I want to say thanks.

You really made this competition magical.

Thank you.

And I think it's finally time to say goodbye to Grandfather.

Grandfather…

I've completed the contest.

I hope you're satisfied

and that you can move on to a better place.

And if you die a second time, please don't leave weird last wishes like this!

It's been total chaos

cleaning up after all these deaths for one event.

What kind of haunted competition is this?

Good riddance, Damn Grandfather.

Finally! No more shit to deal with!

Let's get back to doing what we love.

Sir, something's happened!

Plengpin's gone from the dressing room.

How could she be gone?

Where's the person who was guarding the door?

Uh, well…

Ajin!

Get the crew to search everywhere. Go!

Yes.

We're about to go live. Will they make it?

Plengpin…

Ajin!

Ajin!

Please help me.

Someone kidnapped me.

Please, get me back there.

Where's Plengpin?

What are you talking about?

Where did you take Plengpin, Jew?

Tell me.

I won't hurt you.

How did you know?

How did you know?

How did you know?

That's enough, Jew! Tell me where Plengpin is.

I'm not telling!

Why should I?

Get a grip, Jew.

You've lost.

It's over.

No, it's not over!

It's not over! It's not!

It's not over!

It's not over!

You don't know anything.

It's not over.

That's right. See this?

The story isn't finished yet. Look.

There's still an epilogue hidden inside.

Want me to read it to you?

Ten years later,

Bu-nga gave her life and became a great tree.

Then one day,

a new prince of the kingdom stumbled upon her.

He saw a parasitic vine wrapped around the tree.

So he stepped closer,

hoping to pull it off.

But then he discovered something.

So he decided to draw his sword

and scrape away the bark.

Slice.

Slice.

Slice, slice, slice.

Slice!

- Jew! That's enough, Jew. - Slice!

Slice!

- Jew! - Slice!

Get a grip.

Let go!

Let me go!

Let go!

Let go!

Plengpin.

Are you hurt?

Oh my goodness.

Film it. Get it now.

I won't give up.

I won't!

Jew, what's wrong with you?

Are we recording this?

I'm sorry you all have to see me like this.

But I'll do my best.

I'll keep on fighting.

I'll get the Bu-nga dress back.

Enough, Jew.

- What more do you want? - What do I want?

I don't want it to end like this.

I did everything, whatever Kosum told me to do.

Kosum?

I'm not second place.

I'll never give up.

Stop it, Jew.

What is happening?

Geez!

Hide the body first.

We'll deal with it after the show.

No more of this.

I'm practically a serial killer now.

Well,

at least I get to see the ending I always wanted.

All right.

We're going live. Let's go.

Hey, what's wrong?

I think I twisted my ankle when I was kidnapped.

Please go ahead.

I'll give her first aid and follow.

Fine.

I'll let you two have a moment alone.

You are the prince of this story, after all, Ajin.

Thank you…

my prince.

Don't tease me.

Wait here.

Edit that into the show.

Make it part of the story.

But for Jew's part, cut it out.

Keep only the…

WHO IS THE WINNER OF BU-NGA MUEN PHAMORN?

Okay.

Done. Let's go.

What is it?

Did you hear that sound?

Like bark splitting.

No.

Oh?

Then never mind. Let's go.

Let go! I said let go!

Let go!

Who are you?

Answer me now.

Calm down, M.L. Ray.

We're just here to perform the final ritual.

That's all.

Oh, right.

There's something I haven't told you yet.

What is it?

Thank you so much…

for everything.

Plengpin.

What are you doing?

Yeah… what have I done?

Why are you being crazy?

This word "crazy"…

whose definition are we using?

Mine…

or someone else's?

Oh.

What's happening to me?

Confused?

But have you noticed that confusion…

chaos…

and disorder…

often give us the greatest works of art?

Who the hell are you?

Take a guess.

I don't know you.

You're not Kosum.

Close enough.

And yes,

the two of us have never been acquainted.

If we've never met, how would I know you?

Why not?

There are so many other possibilities.

Try looking at the bigger picture.

Otherwise, where's the fun?

Fun, my ass!

Quit messing with me and tell me.

Who are you?

Where's Plengpin?

Tell me--

I suppose it's understandable.

It's like when you're reading a novel

and an entire middle chapter is missing.

It's hard to piece things together.

So…

I'll tell you that chapter.

It's a story that happened 17 years ago

about a character named…

Kosum.

Have you never wondered

when Kosum said she began connecting with God,

what exactly happened?

Four months, 28 days.

Anan and the rest of the team

have started talking about shelving the project.

So it's just a worthless piece of junk, huh?

Then what the hell have I been doing all this time?

Ow!

Ow!

You!

How could you do this to me?!

I've been trying to communicate with you this whole time,

and all you've given me is silence, huh?!

Let go!

Let go!

Let go!

Kosum was a pitiful woman.

A girl hopelessly wishing that one day the spotlight would shine on her.

But then…

sometimes, stories move forward…

through a twist of fate.

Even if it was by chance,

Kosum eventually discovered something extraordinary,

like a miracle.

Her equipment was able to connect with something.

And at the time, he called himself…

Who are you?

Enigma.

Correct.

And after that, under Enigma's guidance,

Kosum began moving according to his will.

She gained knowledge,

a new life,

a new identity,

and the spotlight

she had always dreamed of.

From an ordinary girl

to the leader of an organization that created countless talented people.

And finally,

Enigma entrusted her with the most important mission of all.

Do you know what it was?

It was to find the most perfect body

for Enigma.

Now then…

back to the first question you asked.

Do you know now who I am?

You already told me you're…

Stop!

Don't touch that cabinet!

Stay away from it!

I said stop!

Wait…

You are…?

Could it be… you?

Pleased to meet you.

I am…

Prisanan Poramantiwa.

You're Prisanan.

Yes.

Prisanan,

the author of Bu-nga Muen Phamorn.

But you can still call me Enigma if you want.

I don't mind.

But come to think of it,

the threads of fate

always seem to play tricks on us.

You probably never thought

that the Enigma you've been chasing all this time

would end up this close to you.

Impossible.

Helping each other.

Being close.

Impossible.

Being intimate.

Impossible!

Strange.

You still have strength left?

Oh, I forgot.

You can heal yourself.

But anyway,

it looks like time is up.

It's a pity, but I'm sorry

I can't stay and chat with you any longer.

I'll leave it to you.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

It's really time for us to say goodbye, Ajin.

Thank you for everything.

I had so much fun.

And as a thank you,

I'll make your death…

the most elegant one.

Any last words?

How did you do it?

How did you move into Plengpin's body?

She never even came near you.

You knew?

I'm flattered.

But you asked the wrong question, Ajin.

Because 17 years ago,

I woke up for the first time

because of Kosum, right?

Which means

what you should be asking

is not how I did it,

but instead,

when I moved into her body.

Isn't that right, hotshot?

Don't be alarmed.

Even Kosum herself doesn't know about this.

Everything I did

was just to be as close to this competition as possible.

But thank you again, Ajin,

for bringing someone like Plengpin here

so I could interact with her

and explore her with my own eyes.

And in the end,

I was certain.

Do you know

how wonderful

that moment was?

The sight before mewas truly beautiful.

It was like a work of art.

No way.

- And at that moment, I knew. - No way.

The competition had ended.

No. No way.

I'd found the one I wanted.

Plengpinwas the most perfect of all,

even better than the one Kosum chose.

And if it weren't for you,

I wouldn't have gotten this most beautiful ending.

Thank you again

and goodbye…

my prince.

If you have to blame something,

blame your own stupidity.

Because the path you chose

was wrong from the very beginning.

Wrong from the very first button you fastened.

The Leklai stone?

If you hadn't thrown it away that day…

maybe you wouldn't have to die today.

Right?

Goodbye,

Ajin.

Thank you for everything,

my dear grandson.

What if I told you this world holds things you can't see?

Would you believe me?

In this world filled with lights,

how much darkness do you think exists?

Light

and darkness.

White

and black.

The principle of balance that no one can escape in any industry.

In the end, those who understand,

the ones who shine brightly, able to hide their darkness perfectly,

will get everything they ever want.

Everything.

This next story is trending on social media

because it's a major role change for a beloved actress.

If you recall, five years ago, there was a tragic incident.

A massive fire at the theater

where the Bu-nga Muen Phamorn competition was filmed

killed all staff and contestants…

ALL DEAD

…except for one miraculous survivor, the winner, Plengpin Piengamorn.

After that, she had many high-profile roles.

But recently, she became an aide to Ratt Rattanatrakul,

a well-known politician running for Bangkok governor next term.

While public reception has been very positive,

this move has given the opposition party ammunition to attack,

claiming Ratt is using Plengpin's celebrity status

to boost his popularity.

If I really wanted to use Plengpin to grab the spotlight,

I'd have to put her on the frontline a lot more.

But it's up to her, really.

She feels more comfortable working behind the scenes.

And I respect her decision.

But it seems the party's social media

mostly posts photos and clips of Plengpin.

Wouldn't that count as capitalizing on her celebrity status?

Well, if you put it that way…

Okay, there's some of that, but only a little.

We also post about party policies and such.

I had my team count the posts.

The ones featuring Plengpin

outnumber the policy posts by more than half.

Doesn't that contradict what you just said?

As for social media…

I hope that from now on,

you'll give us your full support.

Very good.

Ratt,

everything is going well now.

No need to worry.

Just keep following our plan.

Handle the front-end work.

Yes, madam.

As for the back-end

and the popularity…

I'll take care of it myself.

THEY TALK A GOOD GAME, BUT THEY'LL CHEAT IN THE END

When the person most skilled at showing a beautiful light

and hiding their filthy darkness

is the one who gets everything…

- Thank you so much. - Have a nice day.

…the world ends up being driven by that truth.

- Hello. - Please pick the one you want.

We never stop competing.

The more you hide, the more you win.

The more you win, the more you hide.

CREATING JOBS FULFILLING DREAMS

Expanding the darkness over and over, on and on without end.

Please vote for No. 10.

And what would happen

if someone were to reveal everything that's been hidden?

Thank you.

A new hot topic is quickly sweeping the nation.

A mysterious video clip has just been sent to news outlets nationwide.

The clip exposes a famous actress who recently entered politics.

The truth is,

I was once one of the deceivers too.

In fact,

I was once taught

that life needs a little mystery.

And it's true.

Sometimes, hiding something might be better.

But maybe,

it's time…

for this cycle to finally end.

Sure, revealing everything to the world

could turn the tables.

It could destroy the balance.

But so what?

I've finally learned

that if this world crumbles,

we can just build a new one.

One where everyone understands everything equally.

This exposé shows us secrets from a competition

that no one's ever seen before,

most notably, the cruel and cold-blooded actions

of a contestant long thought to be the victim of the fire five years ago.

But in truth, she caused the whole thing.

Listen carefully.

What I'm about to say may sound unbelievable.

But in this world, there is such a thing as black magic.

And it's always been in the shadows.

- IS THIS FOR REAL? - BUT HE'S GOT PROOF.

What we think is superstition

truly exists.

Including what's called

Enigma.

- Excuse me? - My gosh. Hurry up.

Ms. Plengpin?

- Please give us an answer. - Is it true?

Yes, it may sound unbelievable, but that's the crux of it.

As long as you don't believe, you'll never see it.

No, you can't. No interviews allowed. No photos.

Ms. Plengpin, you're staying silent…

But if you look closely at this small crack…

you'll gradually realize you just couldn't see it,

but it's been with you all along.

No photos, please. Not allowed.

- Ms. Plengpin. - Thank you.

- Ms. Plengpin. - Make way, please.

Trust me.

Because if you believe, it will become real.

And if it's real,

it can't deceive us anymore.