A dimly lit bedroom in a modest suburban house. The lamp on the nightstand burns brightly, flooding the room with harsh, unnatural light despite it being the middle of the night. The bed is pushed awkwardly against the door, with a chair, a dresser drawer half-open, and other objects piled in front of it in a makeshift barricade. On the bed lies a young man in his 20s, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes, lying on his side, wide awake, staring toward the blocked door with a haunted, sleepless expression. His eyes look sunken, ringed with exhaustion. The room feels tense — shadows in the corners seem too deep, too suggestive. The bright light doesn’t make the room feel safe; instead, it makes the emptiness more oppressive. The overall tone is one of paranoia, the sense that safety is temporary and fragile. See more