Art style: Cinematic Realistic. Длинный тёмный коридор квартиры. Девушка оборачивается, держа фотографию и телефон. В глубине коридора неподвижно стоит незнакомый мужчина, его лицо частично скрыто тенью. Узкий холодный свет, зловещая дистанция между ними. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Cinematic Realistic" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Cinematic Realistic". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "Cinematic Realistic" idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Девушка: and centered — a young woman in her mid-twenties, around 170 cm, slim athletic build. Oval face with warm fair skin, high cheekbones, expressive dark-brown eyes, naturally arched brows, soft full lips. Shoulder-length chestnut hair, slightly tousled and sleep-mussed, a few loose strands across her forehead. She wears a comfortable oversized heather-grey knit sweater over a plain white tee, dark slim jeans, and bare feet on cool hardwood floor. Her expression shifts between drowsy wariness and tense, hardening resolve — one hand loosely clutching a smartphone, shoulders slightly braced. Setting: a dim apartment hallway at night, faint light from a half-open door, long shadows, quiet unsettling calm. No aura, no glow, grounded and natural. - Незнакомец: and centered in a dim narrow corridor. A mysterious man in his early forties, lean and tall with a slightly stooped, watchful posture. Pale olive skin, gaunt angular face with sharp cheekbones, a shadowed heavy brow, and tired deep-set grey eyes that fix the viewer with a cold, uneasy stare. Short dark hair combed back, faint stubble along a sharp jaw. He wears a long charcoal wool overcoat over a dark grey shirt, black trousers, and scuffed black leather dress shoes. One hand rests half-hidden in his coat pocket, the other hangs tense at his side. His expression is quiet and ambiguous, lips barely parted as if whispering. Behind him, a long shadowy hallway with a single flickering ceiling light, peeling walls and a closed door at the far end.
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