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A bright American high school hallway in the early morning, fluorescent lighting casting long shadows between rows of blue lockers. Elena, 16, blonde hair in a ponytail, stands at her locker in jeans and a sweater. Frank, 50s, gray janitor uniform, mops silently three feet behind her beside his cleaning cart. Brandon, 17, athletic build in letterman jacket, approaches with three friends trailing behind, phones already out. Medium shot follows Brandon as he stops behind Elena, says something low. She turns, shakes her head. His backhand comes fast and sharp—Elena hits the metal lockers hard, books scattering across the polished floor. Wide shot captures the hallway freezing, scattered students stopping mid-stride. Close-up on Frank as he carefully sets his mop handle against the wall, pulls off work gloves finger by finger, unzips his uniform jacket. The compression shirt underneath reveals a faded lion tattoo on his shoulder. Brandon turns, still smirking: "You need something, old man?" Frank's voice is quiet, controlled: "You're going to step back. Right now." The camera holds on Frank's stillness, the way he stands between Brandon and Elena, hands free, jacket open. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.