THE WHEELCHAIR SCREECHED SIDEWAYS ACROSS THE POLISHED MARBLE BEFORE ANYONE COULD REACT.

Slow.

Heavy.

The employee stared at the key.

Then slowly turned back to the elderly woman.

“Who are you?”

Tears shimmered in her eyes under the chandelier light.

But her voice was no longer fragile.

It was controlled.

Certain.

“I came to choose the next owner.”

HARD CUT TO BLACK.

DEEP CINEMATIC BASS HIT.

The silence that followed was heavier than sound.

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