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0:00–0:02 — Extreme close-up on Soo-Yeon's hand gripping the edge of the project table, knuckles whitening against the laminate. Camera begins a slow motivated Steadicam arc, lifting up her arm to her face in profile — eyes cast down, jaw tight, a single breath held. Gymnasium chatter still audible in the background. 0:02–0:03 — The arc reveals the boy on the far side of the table, mid-laugh, his right hand drawing back at the edge of frame. The slap connects — a single flat crack cutting clean through the gymnasium air. Her head snaps to the side, ponytail swinging, a sharp audible inhale breaking from her, left hand flying up to cover the reddening skin. 0:03–0:05 — Camera holds a half-beat on the frozen tableau: the boy's friends behind him locked mid-laugh, the circle of student phones rising in unison, fluorescent light going suddenly cold on every face. All ambient chatter has collapsed into dead silence. 0:05–0:07 — Steadicam begins a continuous pull-back and rightward drift, widening to include the silent crowd. The boy, reading the quiet instead of the laughter he expected, turns toward the space behind him. The camera move carries through his turn and finds Elena already standing eight feet behind him — planted, still, the five Olympic rings on her chest catching the fluorescent light. She has not been walking; she has been standing. 0:07–0:09 — Camera pushes in past the boy's shoulder onto Elena's face — absolutely still, eyes level, the flat clarity of someone who has already finished deciding. Her voice arrives quiet, almost gentle, pitched only for him: "You really slapped my daughter." 0:09–0:10 — Reverse micro-beat catches the boy's profile as his smirk dies — corners of the mouth dropping first, jaw loosening, a dry swallow moving his throat, eyes flicking down to the rings on her chest and back up, a short involuntary breath escaping him. His shoulders sag a full inch. Frame settles on Elena's unmoving face, the five rings glowing gold-cold on her chest in soft focus beneath her jawline, as she holds his gaze without blinking. The scene ends. KEY DIALOGUE ELENA (quiet, calm-angry, pitched only for him — no volume, no tremor, every syllable weighted): "You really slapped my daughter." TECHNICAL NOTES No logos, brand names, watermarks, signage, or on-screen text Natural motion and physics; realistic hand tremors and breathing rhythms Coherent spatial relationships maintained throughout the single take Realistic eye contact, proximity, and micro-reactions Single continuous take — no cuts, no scene breaks, no transitions