"Heavenly Father's love washes away my past."

"I can go to heaven and no one will know my name."

"Sometimes I am like the stars, and sometimes I am like the moon."

…

The black screen, the camera moved, and the light gradually warmed up, like a candle burning in the corner. It was dim, not cold, but seemed lonely.

The footsteps were approaching, the steps were crisp and smooth, making a hissing sound. He walked to the record player, wound up the record player, picked up the stylus with his big hand, and gently placed it on the rotating stylus. The notes flowed and were closely connected to form an ancient song.

Italian ballad.

The sound of newspapers, the cry of a baby, the roar of a woman, and the singing all come together, as if the song is paired with a depressing tune.

Slowly, the woman's voice gradually disappeared, and the baby's cry gradually turned into the quarrel of adult men. In a short period of time, the source of the sound was lost. In the end, only the old record player was left singing alone.

"Ahem."

The newspaper was as fragile as a cracker. A corner would be torn off after reading it lightly. The man started to cough and wheeze. He stood up, his slippers scraping against the floor. He could hear the age in his footsteps. Finally, he walked to the record player, full of emotions.

The wrinkled big hand gently lifted the stylus and closed the lever of the stylus.

Quietly, the newspapers were folded, placed on the table, and spread apart next to the record player. It was dark outside, the candlelight reflected the glass to create a mirror, and the white hair with a Mediterranean hairstyle.

He slowly raised his head, and there was no kindness beneath the layers of wrinkles, but rather a sign of not being friendly to strangers.

It was too lonely, and the depressing quiet also required noise to seek inner peace, so he raised the window frame, the wind danced with the leaves, and the cicadas chirped not far away. This small room seemed to be injected with the holy water of youth.

, it’s just that it’s weak and unreplenished, unable to withstand the invasion of time, and eventually decays.

The candle went out, the room completely lost its light, and the body swayed and fell down...

…

"Sir, I suggest you go to hospital for treatment as soon as possible, otherwise your condition may be delayed."

"Am I going to die?"

"Um...Sir, it's hard for me to guarantee you that you will survive."

The doctor stared at the report and lowered his head in embarrassment. After a long while, he slowly gave an answer. The old man sat opposite him with an expressionless face. He just kneaded the bag with his palms. Apparently he was not at peace inside.

…

"I've been in some trouble recently and need some money. Can you lend me some?"

"Don't even think about it. You should pay for the mistakes you made when you were young. I'm very busy at work, so don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

"I apologize to you."

"Go to my mother's grave and apologize to her. If she says she forgives you, then so do I."

The tall man answered impatiently and gave the old man an impossible task from the side. Behind him, young children and dogs were playing on the lawn. The lawn sprinkler squeezed the water very high and dyed it golden in the sun.

It brings up a rainbow when it falls to the ground.

"You are doing well now."

"Life has been good since I left home."

Not afraid to hurt the old man's heart, he spoke frankly and did not shy away from his disgust for the old man and his former family. At this moment, the two looked at each other with complicated feelings. In the end, this scene of a perfect family made the old man flinch.

I could only walk backwards, slowly walk out of the courtyard, put on my gentleman's hat, and turned around to leave.

…

"Drink something."

In an old-fashioned tavern, the bartender was wiping glasses. The bartender was not surprised when the old man came in. After all, this kind of tavern has no appeal to young people. Most of the customers, except for young people who like retro style, are over fifty in these years.

Even half-buried old people.

"I want to find a job."

He sat down without any hesitation, which surprised the bartender. After being surprised, he quickly shook his head in refusal.

"We have no shortage of people here, and business is hard to do."

"Are you George?"

"You know me?"

This old man who seemed to have never met him knew his real name, which he had not used for many years, which made the bartender instantly alert. The last time anyone called him George was probably twenty years ago.

"I think you should give me a free drink. I hugged you when you were a child. Don't you remember? I worked under your grandfather and father."

"do what?"

"Do the same business your family originally did."

"My family has always been a tavern owner."

"No, you know that the real business of your family is... killing people."

The old man looked around to make sure there was no one around, shook the wine glass in his hand, and whispered the truth. The bartender's hands began to tremble, and he looked at the old man with a fixed gaze, but saw that he didn't care and smiled solemnly.

"I need a job, a killing job."

…

At this point, the rhythm of the video begins to accelerate, various double-line montage editing techniques begin to intersect, and the music becomes eerie.

“No one pays with cash now, they all pay with BTC, it’s safe and no one can check it.”

"This is just a string of codes on the Internet. I only want cash and he has to pay me a deposit."

"This string of code is valuable, that's enough. Go to work and I'll do the rest."

In the dark room, the old man and the bartender were sitting in front of the computer. The screen was slowly glowing with blue light. He saw the bartender playing with something he couldn't understand, and he was always vigilant.

The scene changed, and in the container truck, the kidnapped man was struggling desperately, but he was still unable to escape. The old man approached step by step, picked up the axe, and smashed it down! The scream was stuck in his mouth, and only his eyes shining with tears were constantly crying.

beg for mercy.

He stabbed a blood vessel in his neck and was pushed directly off the railway track. The blood was dripping and the lights were flashing. Countless exciting and terrifying scenes were cut together.

final……

The sound of hissing against the floor appeared, and the old man's footsteps sounded in the first room again. He turned on the record player's lever, wound it, and gently put down the needle with his blood-stained palm, and the melodious Italian folk song sounded again.

"Heavenly Father's love washes away my past."

"I can go to heaven and no one will know my name."

"Sometimes I am like the stars, and sometimes I am like the moon."

"I want to return to your arms and lose myself in the world again."

"Sin and life are my choices."

The screen gradually lost its color and returned to darkness. At the last second in front of the camera, the eyes stayed on the old man reflected in the glass. Those dark eyes were staring straight out of the window, as if... staring.

Trailer of us.

Subtitles appear.

Director: Faltinino Canciola Gambiano.

Screenwriters: Mickey Taylor, Bruno Kaskos.

Cinematography: Lucas Mendeleev.

Starring: Lu Ze, Dennis Str Lawrence, Chester Bettling, Jolene Deguire...

"Atonement" will premiere at 0:00 on October 22, 2025.
Chapter completed!