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Art style: Мрачная кинематографичная 3D-анимация в жанре тёмного фэнтези для взрослых; готическая крепость, напряжённая атмосфера, выразительный свет и тени. Русская речь. Без музыки — только звуки окружения и действия. Жестокость передавать намёками, без крови в кадре.. Подземная темница готической крепости. Пленник стоит в центре каменной камеры, едва держась на ногах; его руки связаны. Реймонд и худой дознаватель рядом, в полумраке, факелы отбрасывают длинные тени. Никакой крови в кадре. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Мрачная кинематографичная 3D-анимация в жанре тёмного фэнтези для взрослых; готическая крепость, напряжённая атмосфера, выразительный свет и тени. Русская речь. Без музыки — только звуки окружения и действия. Жестокость передавать намёками, без крови в кадре." style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Мрачная кинематографичная 3D-анимация в жанре тёмного фэнтези для взрослых; готическая крепость, напряжённая атмосфера, выразительный свет и тени. Русская речь. Без музыки — только звуки окружения и действия. Жестокость передавать намёками, без крови в кадре.". 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 "Мрачная кинематографичная 3D-анимация в жанре тёмного фэнтези для взрослых; готическая крепость, напряжённая атмосфера, выразительный свет и тени. Русская речь. Без музыки — только звуки окружения и действия. Жестокость передавать намёками, без крови в кадре." idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Реймонд: Raymond and centered — a tall, broad-shouldered dark sorcerer and lord in his mid-thirties. Sharp angular face, high cheekbones, pale cool-toned skin, a strong jaw with faint dark stubble, piercing ice-grey eyes beneath heavy brows, a composed authoritative expression that hides buried warmth. Long raven-black hair swept back, a few loose strands framing his face. He wears an elaborate high-collared black and deep-crimson coat with silver embroidery, layered dark leather gauntlets, a fitted waistcoat, and a long trailing cloak clasped at the shoulder. Tall polished black leather boots. Faint violet arcane energy curls around one raised gloved hand. Behind him looms a torch-lit gothic fortress hall of cold grey stone, tall arched windows, long shadows and tense dramatic lighting. - Шпион: centered in a cold gothic fortress interior of damp grey stone walls, iron sconces and a heavy wooden door behind him. A young male captive spy, early twenties, slim wiry build, pale drawn skin with hollow cheeks, faint dark bruising along one cheekbone and a split lip, exhausted shadowed eyes that still hold a defiant steady gaze. Tousled dark brown hair damp with sweat, light stubble. He wears a torn loose linen shirt, once-fine but now dirt-smeared and open at the collar, sleeves frayed, a snapped leather strap at the chest, worn dark trousers and scuffed leather boots. Wrists bound before him with rough rope that has chafed the skin red. He stands with weary dignity, shoulders squared, chin slightly lifted, expression tense yet proud. - Дознаватель: and centered in a dim gothic dungeon corridor of cold grey stone, iron sconces casting long flickering shadows across the floor. A gaunt middle-aged male jailer-interrogator, roughly fifty, wiry and slightly stooped, with sallow pallid skin, sunken bloodshot eyes, a hooked nose, thin cruel lips curled in a fawning servile smirk, and greasy thinning grey-black hair raked over a high forehead. He wears a stained dark leather apron over a soot-grey tunic, frayed sleeves rolled to bony forearms, a wide studded belt heavy with rusted iron keys and manacles. Rough wool trousers tucked into scuffed worn leather boots. One clawed hand toys with a ring of keys, the other clutched obsequiously to his chest. His expression blends menace toward the weak with groveling deference. No blood, no text.