In the corridor of the film department of a university in Paris, the students’ whispers never cease.
‘Have you heard about that Korean girl… the one who was sexually assaulted at the Cannes Film Festival and disappeared?’
‘Yes, she was walking barefoot through the streets of Cannes and dropped a bloody tampon on the ground while filming it with her phone.’
‘That’s really creepy. So what happened in the end?’
‘Someone called a psychiatric hospital, and she was taken there. After that, I don’t know.’
At this point, S approaches. His voice becomes low and the air grows cold.
‘You mean Yoon, don’t you?’
‘Yoon? That must be her, the only Korean in our department.’
S hesitates for a moment before murmuring.
‘She was released that night from the psychiatric hospital. She was walking around barefoot, and was kidnapped by a drunken, abusive taxi driver.’
‘What? And now…?’
‘She escaped and went into hiding in a small town. She refused psychiatric treatment and her friends finally gave up.’
Suddenly, the corridor becomes oppressive. At that moment, a distant, strange scream echoes. A deep, broken moan.
‘Now she’s locked in a room and does nothing but cry… Anyone who hears that sound…’
The students turn around in a cold sweat. Just then, a female figure appears at the end of the corridor.
‘Oh my god, that’s scary… Hey… isn’t that her? Hurry, let’s go…’
Exchanging glances, they quickly leave. The corridor falls into an icy silence.
The fact that she had been sexually assaulted was true. However, as she ran away, trapped in her pain, rumours proliferated, turning her into a madwoman. That ‘crazy’ label. Now she wanders the corridor as a wandering spectre, lost in the rumours. Her story is not remembered by anyone. People just gossip, leaving only the rumours to spread endlessly.