Bikers subtly shift. Hands near weapons.
Marcus watches her like a predator unsure of the prey.
The girl slowly reaches into her pocket.
Every second stretches.
She pulls something out—
An old, worn photograph.
She raises it.
Camera zooms in slowly.
Marcus sees it.
His face changes instantly.
Shock.
Recognition.
Then something darker—
Fear.
The room feels like it stops breathing.
Girl (softly):
“He told me to ask you something…”
A pause.
Dead silence.
She steps even closer.
Girl:
“Why did you leave me there…”
Beat.
Her voice drops to ice.
“…in the fire?”
Marcus freezes completely.
No words.
No breath.
Only the sound of a rising heartbeat.
Camera tight on his shaking eyes—
And just as he tries to speak—
