Casey slowly sinks to the floor. The frame warps slightly – a visual distortion, like reality cracking. The PureTaboo logo fades in over her empty eyes.
"I don't... I can't do this. I’m married. I have a daughter."
"Close the door, Casey. You know why you’re here."
A tear slips down, but her expression shifts – from terror to something hollow, resigned. Her lips part. No sound comes out.
