A teenage girl sits in a dimly lit room. The only source of light is a small, dusty window where sun rays peak in, reflecting off her spectacles and illuminating bits of dust particles suspended in the air. Against the decaying, grey walls, a worn out bookshelf leans perilously. Overstuffed with books, the girl tightly holds onto one particular old, battered book, ‘Law for the transgressors’. Her amateur hands move over its cover, her face showing an odd mixture of resolve and unease. The focus alternates between the girl’s intense, wondering gaze and the book in her hands.
Simulation of barbed wire shadows dances on her face symbolizing the concept of incarceration. Meanwhile, a makeshift bed in the corner is an indication of her humble living conditions, suggesting the lack of wherewiths. The camera angle is low, making her seem bigger and more imposing, highlighting her determination. Slowly, the camera pans out, gradually revealing more of the rundown room, establishing her isolation and struggle. The shot exhibits a definitive rough and raw aesthetic.