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In a glittering U.S. private school ballroom at night, warm chandelier light reflects off marble floors as students in formalwear turn to stare. Lena, a white American teenage girl in a simple pale blue dress, stands frozen while Madison, a white American teenage girl with perfect hair and a designer gown, smirks inches from her face, phone cameras raised nearby. The sound of the music warps and a deep helicopter rumble shakes the windows; the camera starts on a tense medium shot of Madison circling Lena, then pushes into a close-up on Lena’s clenched hands as the doors slam open with a gust of wind. A tall white American man in a tailored dark suit strides in calmly, eyes locked on Lena; the camera cuts to a close-up of Madison’s smile faltering as he stops beside Lena. He says, controlled and protective, “Are you okay?” Madison snaps, rattled, “Who are you supposed to be?” The air is tight, stunned silence under the fading rotor thump, dramatic low music rising. No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays.

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In a glittering U.S. private school ballroom at night, warm chandelier light reflects off marble floors as students i...

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