In a dimly lit room, a young man is caught in a medium shot frantically blabbing to a vintage phone receiver, his face sweaty and distressed. On an aesthetic wooden table next to him, amidst scattered sheets of paper and ink bottle, lies an old-fashioned inhalator, its metallic finish glinting under the low key lighting. Suddenly, the camera glides into a dolly shot, revealing a closed door in the background that is gently trembling, suggesting something dwelling on the other side. The focus shifts subtly from the man to the inhalator and finally settles on the door, creating a sense of impending danger. The color palette is a mix of muted browns and cold blues, adding to the tense atmosphere.