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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

SOUND of a frantic heartbeat, rapidly escalating

A young woman, LADY ANNA (20s), lies in bed, eyes wide with terror. Her chest heaves violently, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The duvet is pulled tight around her, but she's drenched in sweat. Her heart beats so hard against her ribs it's almost visible beneath her thin nightgown.

ANNA (Whispering) No... no... no...

She clutches at her chest, her fingers digging into her skin. The frantic beating continues, growing louder, more insistent. It's not a normal heartbeat; it's a wild, desperate rhythm, pounding like a drum solo gone wrong.

The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the moon through the curtains. Shadows dance on the walls, exaggerating the already tense atmosphere. Anna's eyes dart around the room, searching for something – or someone – that isn't there.

The heartbeat intensifies, becoming a deafening roar in the otherwise silent room. Anna's face contorts with pain and fear. Her body trembles uncontrollably. She gasps for air, but each breath only seems to amplify the pounding in her chest.

Suddenly, a sharp CRACK echoes through the room. Anna cries out, a strangled sound caught in her throat. She collapses back against the pillows, her body limp. The frantic heartbeat slowly subsides, replaced by a weak, irregular thumping. Silence descends, heavy and oppressive. Only the faint sound of her shallow breathing remains.

The camera slowly zooms in on Anna's face, highlighting the lingering fear and exhaustion in her eyes. The lingering image is one of vulnerability and uncertainty.

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