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First second: @Intruder1 lunges forward from the doorway and grabs @Elena's left wrist hard, yanking her arm — the mug flies from her hand and shatters against the cabinet. She gasps, pulled off balance. Second two: @Intruder2 pushes past them into the apartment, scanning, his boots heavy on the wood. Second three: @Intruder1 twists @Elena's arm behind her back, forcing her forward — she stumbles, her bare feet sliding on the floor. Her face contorts — pain and shock. Second four-five: he shoves her hard and she goes down, hitting the floor on her hip, catching herself on one palm, hair whipping across her face. She slides. The fork on the counter clatters to the ground. Second six-seven: @Intruder1 steps over her, looking down, pulling something from his belt. @Elena on the floor, breathing hard, hair covering one eye, looking up at him. Second eight-ten: @Intruder2 moves deeper into the apartment off-frame. @Elena's hand on the floor slowly curls into a fist — not fear, something shifting behind her eyes. Camera handheld, following the grab-and-throw in a single continuous movement — starts at medium shot, drops to floor level as she falls, holds low looking up at the intruder standing over her. Shaky but readable, the camera flinching with the action. DIALOGUE: @Intruder1 barks as he grabs her: "Don't move — don't fucking move!" @Elena gasps sharply on the grab, a short cry of pain as her arm twists, then a hard exhale as she hits the floor. @Intruder2, moving past: "Check the back — find him." AUDIO: the ceramic mug shattering against the cabinet, the wet slap of spilled coffee, his gloved hand gripping her wrist — leather on skin, the scuffle of her bare feet losing traction on wood, the heavy thud of her body hitting the floor, the fork clattering, his boots on wood, her ragged breathing from the floor. The overhead bulb buzzes faintly. No music. Diegetic only.