Rumi's father tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with icy contempt as he looks down at his daughter. He adjusts his cufflink with agonizingly slow, calculated precision, entirely unbothered by the intruders. The ambient purple light pulses rhythmically behind him. The camera holds a steady, locked-off shot, amplifying his overwhelming, toxic authority. A Monologue in English On-screen...
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