decent suggestions the scene im talking about is already shot; we want to add a cherry on top to twist the knife in for context, the full script is as follows a boy sits down at a hair dressers, his hair being cut, he utters not a word, as the warmth and tenderness of the hairdresser takes him > this boy  > works a job, a typical job, a button pusher > very well dressed > comes to work, goes to the club, dances, lets loose > comes to work, goes to the club, dances, lets loose > music keeps him alive, being in the dark amongst it sets him alight > after work one day, his cousin meets up with him, convinces him to go the hospital > protags mother is there > comatose > a mindfuck > a bitch > a mother > wife he gets close > face to face > he screams > rage uncurls > he breathes. he can't > it hurts > he chokes > better off dead > for her, he hopes [insert heinous scene here] > it's night. at karaoke > he screams the lyrics, clamorously singing and dancing to a sad song. alone in the room, he fiercely sings. his voice becomes a shadow... voice becomes weaker and weaker, solitarily. > back at work again > it's korea, it's shit > all the hiv and sodomy of capitalism mixed with the shit and vomit of confucius > the normie girl at work notices him, he notices her. he breaks eye contact > on the train > sick and tired of his own self. he glances at the phone, a simple downward flick of his eyes. the subtle tightening of his eyes. a small, almost imperceptible, tensing of his jaw. the message. his mothers death. he turns his phone off and looks back at the window. by the window, smiles. as the train crosses the han river after sunset. [continued] the boy leaves the hair dressers, his hair finished being cut. as he walks down the alleyway of greenery, he holds a paper lantern with a candle inside of it in this moment, he tries not to cry but he cant help it
South Korea