Marina spins around rapidly, her flashlight beam swinging across an empty, desolate hallway. She exhales a shaky breath of relief, her shoulders dropping slightly. She then turns back toward a wooden apartment door, fumbling with a silver key and inserting it into the lock with trembling hands. Static eye-level shot. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is spea...
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