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Prompt

Inside a cozy downtown Chicago restaurant at night, warm yellow pendant lights glow over packed wooden tables as chatter hums. Emily (mid-20s, white American, navy apron, hair in a messy bun) stumbles backward into a glass-topped table, crashing down as it shatters; she gasps on the floor, clutching her wrist. The attacker (late 30s, white American, worn jacket, jittery eyes) stands over her, chest heaving, shoulders squared like he dares anyone to move. The front door swings open and Grant (early 40s, white American, tall, dark suit, controlled expression) steps in with a broad, silent bodyguard; the camera starts on a wide shot of the frozen diners, then snaps to a close-up of the attacker’s face as fear flickers, then a tight close-up on Emily’s trembling hand in the glass. Grant takes one calm step forward and says, low and steady, “What happened here?” The attacker spits the words out, voice shaking with forced bravado: “Walk away.” Tension spikes in near-silence with a low bass hit, bodies rigid, no logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays.