— sharp bob, velvet choker, eyes like broken mirrors — stands before a wall of screens. Each monitor shows a different room: empty. Waiting.
A figure in a long coat. Face hidden by a wide-brim hat. He doesn't walk — he unfolds into the space. Water drips from his sleeves onto the white floor. wildeer studio
Noir-chic / Slow-burn tension FADE IN:
He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he tilts his hat up — just enough to show a scarred grin. — sharp bob, velvet choker, eyes like broken
Darling... I built this house.
You broke the rule. No names. No faces.
She turns slowly. The only light now is the red blink of a server rack. — sharp bob