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Prompt A group of six individuals stands in a desolate clearing surrounded by barren trees, their twisted branches clawing at the pitch-black night sky. The ground is dry, cracked earth, littered with scattered leaves. A single overhead light casts harsh shadows, illuminating the group in stark contrast against the encroaching darkness.
The group is arranged in a tense formation — one man in a dark suit stands at the center, his posture rigid, his gaze locked directly on the camera. Five others, dressed in muted tones — suits, dresses, and collared shirts — sit around him, their faces grim, their eyes wary. The air is thick with quiet tension.
The shot begins wide. The camera slowly pushes forward, the trees receding into the void. The group remains still, yet the weight of their presence intensifies as the camera inches closer. The focus sharpens on the standing man — his face stoic, jaw clenched.
The zoom continues, closing in further. The man’s face sharpens — his brow furrowed, a bead of sweat glistening at his temple. The zoom presses deeper still, revealing his hand — fingers trembling slightly, the faint outline of a silver ring digging into his skin.
Finally, the camera locks onto his hand — a small trickle of blood drips from his knuckles, staining the dust below. 
