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Art style: Cinematic Realistic. Eli by the bed, phone in his right hand. Maya is on screen in red light. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Cinematic Realistic" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Cinematic Realistic". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "Cinematic Realistic" idiom, not in any other medium. WARDROBE LOCK — authoritative. Render each character in EXACTLY this outfit, matching their attached reference image. This OVERRIDES any clothing, fabric, texture or colour word describing a character anywhere else in this prompt — do NOT invent other garments: - ELI MERCER: and centered — Eli Mercer, a seventeen-year-old boy, lean and slightly tall with the unfinished build of a teenager. Fair skin with faint freckles, tired hazel eyes with shadows beneath, dark tousled brown hair that falls over his forehead, no facial hair, a few small scratches on one cheek. He wears a grey hooded zip-up over a faded navy t-shirt, dark slim jeans worn at the knees, and scuffed white-and-grey sneakers, laces loosely tied. A cracked smartphone is clutched in one hand, its screen faintly lit. His expression is alert and frightened, lips parted mid-breath, as he glances over his shoulder. He stands alone in the middle of a deserted Grayhaven street at dawn — abandoned cars, open shop doors, pale empty sky filling the sides behind him. - MAYA: and centered — Maya, a 13-year-old girl, Eli's missing younger sister. Slight, pre-teen build, light-brown skin, an oval face with soft round cheeks, dark expressive brown eyes rimmed faintly red as if she has been crying, and a small worried mouth. Dark-brown hair pulled into a messy half-ponytail with loose strands framing her face. She wears a faded oversized grey hoodie, sleeves bunched at the wrists, over a dark t-shirt, slim black joggers, and scuffed white sneakers with grey socks. She clutches a cracked smartphone to her chest with both hands, screen glow faintly lighting her chin. Anxious, pleading expression, one shoulder turned as if urging someone to stay away. Setting: a dim, deserted corridor lit by cold flickering overhead light, empty doorways behind her, naturalistic shadows.