The film is about a girl who gets kidnapped by an anonymous man. She is trapped in a prison cell not knowing how or when she got there. You don’t see the villain throughout the film. She doesn't talk much. But he talks a lot and is very smart with his words, his aim is to mentaly torture her
The aesthetics are inspired by Suicide Squad, MANIA by The Weekend, and Doctor Strange.
The story was inspired by my, my friends and my family member’s ideas. I had my base idea of what it should be like, they suggested ideas and I added what I liked. Some friends even helped me adjust my base idea too. This will be used to write the script.
She wakes up and finds herself laying on the floor in a medium sized room dark room surrounded by broken glass. It is dead silent and all she can hear is water drops and her heart beating. She looks around propped on her elbow, investigating the dimensions of the room, as she looks around her eyes lock onto a broken vase with beautiful red roses laying on a stool in the corner where she is. She gets up and accidentally presses her hand into glass and cuts her hand. She disregards it and in some way, ignores it, showing no explicit sign of pain. As she gets up, using the wall as a support, she leaves a smear of blood across the wall. She looks at the aesthetics of the room and investigates where she is. She eventual fixes her eyes on the only door and starts to creep slowly towards it in hesitation. As she gets close, suddenly a pair of eyes jump out from the deep dark and shout at her. She flinches back. With a deep voice, he threatens her and lunges in the room. However, an additional lighter voice in the background lashes back at the deeper voice for being so aggressive towards her. They start to argue. They stop and the eyes focus on her, giving a stare that can hear her soul. He talks to her in a smooth manipulative way and pushes himself further in the room, the girl starts to feel very threatened. As he walks forward, he casts a larger shadow across the room, hinting to how big he is. She creeps backwards and steps on more broken glass with her feet, again disregarding it. He says his final words before he leaves, comments on her stupidity for stepping on the glass, and informs her why she is in a prison cell. He then walks out slowly and slams the door behind him. She is left lying on the floor with bleeding feet and a bleeding hand. The roses begin to fall on the floor. She is Completely in aw, as to what just happened.
She experiences some anxiety attack, recollects herself and gets up. Looking at the door she hesitantly walks towards it. She knocks on the door fiercely, and the door clicks open. The door lets in an eerie flow of air in. She walks out. She sees the corridor, looking right and left, noticing how the right side is pitch black and threatening, she walks left, towards the coloured lights, passing countless amounts of doors through the curved corridors, leading herself to a room. The room is filled with classical music and decorated with an assortment of faces, each labelled with an assigned emotion. However, Happiness, Anger, and Love are missing. They have no face assigned to them.
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Curious, she walks in, and suddenly hears a large roar coming from down stairs, so powerful, it stops the music and shakes the room. But nothing is falling. She runs out for her life, drowned in fear she runs right, getting lost in the labyrinth of the ward. It was designed to be unescapable by patients, therefore it has a complex architecture. A quiet build-up of ground crushing footsteps echo in the halls, slamming closer and closer towards her. She runs, starts to tear up, waving blood all over the walls. She finds a place to hide. Breathing heavily, drowned in fear, she stuffs herself in her hiding spot praying for him to not find her. Suddenly a quiet set of footsteps gently walk across the floor, he breathes heavily, she breathes quieter, tension builds up causing pain to her chest. A foot emerges from the corner of her eye, and a gold crusted axe drops near them. He walks away and she stuffs herself smaller. She waits a few minutes and walks out looking at her surroundings in paranoia.
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