In a gritty, dimly-lit underground space, a group of comrades are standing in a semi-circle on a stark concrete floor. The camera angle hovers just above floor level, offering a perspective that captures the size and depth of the ill-lit meeting place, giving it an eerie ambiance. Despite a few small pools of harsh light, the colors here are drab and muted, dominated by greys and browns, only being cut through by the crimson and black attire of comrades.
In the middle is a small table, the focus of everyone’s attention, containing a series of unmarked folders and nondescript equalizers. A couple of men in the foreground are bending slightly over the table, their faces cast in deep shadow contrasting against the alarming glow of a single, rotating red emergency light. The frame is balanced with symmetry of the uniformly dressed comrades and mirroring their tense stance. The camera subtly dollies in on the table, creating a sense of unease and anticipation about what’s to come.