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Art style: Tim Burton-inspired. Девушка резко вскакивает и пятится к стене в гостиной. Pudge делает тяжёлый шаг вперёд, облизывается и протягивает руки характерным комично-угрожающим жестом. Напряжённый ночной свет, тени и крупный план испуганного лица. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image in the following art style: Whimsical gothic fantasy, elongated silhouettes, oversized expressive eyes, elegant dark shapes, dramatic shadows, eerie fairytale atmosphere, muted monochromatic palette. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Девушка: a young woman centered in a dim gothic-tinged living room. She is slender and pale, early twenties, with a heart-shaped face, large round dark eyes, delicate pointed chin, faint freckles, and soft rose-tinted lips. Her long black hair falls in loose waves past her shoulders, parted to one side with a few strands across her cheek. She wears a cozy oversized charcoal knit sweater that slips off one shoulder, slim dark leggings, and simple grey woolen socks with soft house slippers on her feet. One hand loosely holds a slim smartphone, the other rests near her chest. Her expression shifts from calm curiosity toward wide-eyed startled alarm. Behind her: a worn armchair, tall shadowed windows, a crooked floor lamp casting long shadows. - Pudge: in a doorway — Pudge, the Butcher from Dota 2, a hulking, grotesquely bloated undead ogre-butcher. Enormous sagging pale-grey belly stitched with coarse crude sutures, mottled dead flesh, drooping jowls, a wide lipless grin with yellow crooked teeth, tiny sunken beady eyes, a few greasy strands of hair over a balding scalp. He wears a filthy blood-spattered butcher's apron, tattered cloth trousers, and heavy worn leather sandals revealing swollen bare toes. A rusty meat-hook hangs on a chain at his hip, and he clutches a big ring of sausages in one meaty fist. Pose is comically menacing yet cowardly — leaning in reaching forward, mouth open in a nervous startled grimace, as if caught mid-sneak in a gloomy crooked moonlit hallway.