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First second: @Aidan grabs the intruder's wrist and twists — trying to break the hold. @Intruder2 is stronger, forces @Aidan's arm back. The dishes behind @Aidan rattle. Second two-three: @Aidan headbutts @Intruder2 through the mask — a desperate, ugly impact. The intruder reels, releasing @Aidan for a second. @Aidan scrambles sideways along the counter, knocking a glass to the floor where it shatters. Second four-five: @Intruder2 recovers and charges — grabs @Aidan by the shirt front and slams him backward through the open shelving — jars and glasses crash, @Aidan's back hits the wall. He slides down, dazed. Second six-seven: @Intruder2 stands over him, breathing hard, flexing his hand. He grabs @Aidan's collar, hauls him up to his knees. Second eight: off-screen — a sound. A fast, impossible rush of air. @Intruder2 starts to turn his head toward it. Freeze on his half-turn — @Elena is coming. Camera handheld, close, face-level with the grapple, then drops as @Aidan drops. Final second holds on the intruder's face beginning to turn toward the off-screen sound. DIALOGUE: the headbutt is wordless — just the crack and @Aidan's grunt. @Aidan, being hauled up by the collar: "She's not — she's not what you think—" barely a whisper, half-conscious. @Intruder2 says nothing — just the sound of the air displacing off-frame stops him. AUDIO: the crack of skulls meeting through the mask fabric, glass shattering on the floor, the crash of @Aidan going through the shelving — multiple jars and glasses breaking in sequence — his body sliding down the wall, his dazed breathing. Then the displaced-air rush off-frame — too fast, too close, wrong-sounding. The intruder's sharp inhale as he starts to turn. No music. Diegetic only.