Continue exactly from the first frame, same first-person POV in the same night courtyard (wet asphalt, sodium streetlights). The walk slows, the view starts to sway and blur, he stops, leans against the wall of the panel building, slides down to sit on the cold wet ground, looks down at his own trembling hands in dark grey hoodie sleeves, the streetlight smears out of focus. Sound: high ringing...
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