A long, sterile hallway stretches into darkness. The hum of flickering fluorescent lights is the only sound—until a deafening crash shatters the stillness

CUT TO: RENEE'S ROOM

The room is a storm of chaos. A small table lies overturned, its legs splintered. Shards of a broken mug glint on the floor. RENEE (late 20s, wild hair, pale skin, eyes rimmed red) crouches in a corner, her arms wrapped around her knees. She rocks back and forth, muttering under her breath

RENEE: (whispering) "They’re watching. Always watching. Can’t hide. Can’t escape"

Her whispers grow louder, turning into a guttural scream. She lunges to her feet, grabbing a chair and slamming it against the wall. Again and again, the dull thuds echo, her strength fueled by desperation

RENEE: (screaming) "GET OUT OF MY HEAD FUUUUUCK!!!!"

She throws the chair, and it crashes against the door. Renee turns to the walls, clawing at the padded surface, her nails tearing against the material. She spins around, pacing like a trapped animal, her breathing shallow and erratic