Nana sits frozen on her bike, her chest heaving with shallow, rapid breaths. Her fingers twitch on the handlebars, and a single bead of sweat rolls down her temple. The camera is static, capturing the internal terror in her wide eyes. In the background, the shadows of the trees seem to lengthen and darken as the sun disappears completely. AUTHORITATIVE NARRATOR VOICE CASTING (overrides every ...
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