the script
EXT. STREET – DAY
Close-ups of nature. Quiet. Leaves move gently in the wind.
A distant road. Traffic sounds.
A WOMAN walks toward a bus stop. She looks tired, distracted.
People stand nearby, waiting.
A taxi passes.
She notices a man smoking.
He looks at her briefly.
He looks at her briefly.
Another man stands nearby. The atmosphere feels tense, uncomfortable.
The woman looks down, avoiding eye contact.
A man's foot steps closer.
The distance between them shrinks.
The woman's breathing becomes heavier.
The world around her begins to feel distorted.
Suddenly —
FLASH.
A knife.
Red liquid spills across the frame.
The image is violent, surreal, almost abstract.
BACK TO REALITY.
The woman stands frozen at the bus stop.
The men around her continue their normal actions as if nothing happened.
But her mind has already gone somewhere else.
Another flash of the knife.
Another spill of red.
A memory.
Or a fear.
Or a fear.
Her eyes fill with panic.
She tries to remain still.
The sounds of the street grow louder.
Footsteps.
Engines.
Breathing.
The woman closes her eyes for a moment.
When she opens them, the world is the same.
But she is not.
CUT TO BLACK.
