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Late evening in a rural Missouri backyard. Golden-hour light fades rapidly into cool dusk. The air is still. OPENING — FIRST SECONDS (IMMEDIATE HOOK): A sudden metallic creak slices through the quiet. The door of a weathered wooden shed shifts open on its hinges. Dry grass rustles sharply. The calm shatters. CUT TO: Interior of the shed. Low light. Dust particles float in the air. A small white American girl, tangled blonde hair, sits curled on straw. She clutches a thin blanket with both hands. Her shoulders tremble. Close-up: her fingers tighten. Her breathing is uneven. CUT TO: A shadow fills the doorway. A white American soldier in fatigues steps inside. His boots stop abruptly. Close-up on his eyes — recognition hits instantly. Shock. Heartbreak. Contained fury. No words. He lowers himself to one knee. The girl looks up slowly. Her lips quiver. “Daddy?” she whispers. Time seems to stop. He pulls her gently into his arms, holding her close. One hand cradles the back of her head. His jaw tightens as he exhales through his nose. Silence — broken only by her quiet breathing. CAMERA PULLS BACK SLOWLY: The shed door swings wider. Beyond it — a neat suburban house, lights glowing warmly. Perfect. Untouched. The contrast is unsettling. CUT TO: The back door of the house opens. A white American woman in casual clothes stands framed in the doorway. Arms crossed. Her expression caught between guilt and defiance. She freezes. CUT BACK: The soldier rises, still holding the child. He looks at the woman. No shouting. No movement. Just a stare heavy with meaning. The tension hangs, unbroken. Ultra-high cinematic quality. Natural lighting, shallow depth of field, film-grain realism. Emotion driven through silence, contrast, and restrained performance. No blood, no graphic content. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.