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Art style: Психологический хоррор, кинематографичный реализм, холодная приглушённая палитра, тревожный свет и напряжённая атмосфера. Школьный коридор на перемене. Максим стоит у ряда шкафчиков, вокруг пусто и непривычно тихо. Одноклассник приблизился к нему и шепчет, прикрывая рот рукой; в глубине коридора видны неподвижные фигуры учеников. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Психологический хоррор, кинематографичный реализм, холодная приглушённая палитра, тревожный свет и напряжённая атмосфера" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Психологический хоррор, кинематографичный реализм, холодная приглушённая палитра, тревожный свет и напряжённая атмосфера". 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 "Психологический хоррор, кинематографичный реализм, холодная приглушённая палитра, тревожный свет и напряжённая атмосфера" idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Максим: and centered in a dim school corridor, cold grey daylight bleeding through tall windows behind him. Maksim is a slim teenage boy around sixteen, pale fair skin with faint shadows under watchful hazel eyes, a narrow face with sharp cheekbones and a tense, uncertain set to his mouth. His dark-brown hair is slightly tousled, falling over his forehead. He wears a plain charcoal zip-up hoodie over a faded grey T-shirt, dark slim jeans worn at the knees, and scuffed black-and-white sneakers. A worn canvas backpack hangs from one shoulder; one hand grips its strap, the other half-raised as if hesitating. His posture is guarded, shoulders drawn in, chin slightly lowered, eyes flicking sideways with wary, growing unease. Muted, desaturated cold tones surround him. - Одноклассник: in a dim empty school corridor at dusk. A thin pale boy of about thirteen, slight narrow-shouldered build, fair skin with faint freckles and shadows under tired grey eyes. Messy ash-brown hair falling over his forehead, a small worried mouth and tense jaw. He wears a dark navy school uniform — a slightly oversized blazer over a wrinkled white shirt, loose grey tie, charcoal trousers, and scuffed black lace-up school shoes. A worn canvas backpack hangs from one shoulder. He glances nervously over his shoulder, one finger raised near his lips in a silent hush, body half-turned as if about to flee. Cold muted light falls across lockers behind him; faint damp sheen on the grey tiled floor beneath his feet.