In a small, poorly lit bathroom, the cold, damp walls reflect the tension that d

In a small, poorly lit bathroom, the cold, damp walls reflect the tension that dominates the environment. the brunette woman, with 1,65m tall and dressed in simple pajamas. Their eyes, wide-eyed and full of terror, are fixed to the door, as if your life depended on every second that passes. with trembling hands. The woman leans against the door, pressing your body against her, as if the weight of her own strength could keep something from the other side from invading her. Your breathing is rapid and shallow, each exhalation marked by a mixture of fear and adrenaline. the bathroom, with its dim light, reflects her pale and trembling figure, capturing the image of a person on the brink of despair. The feeling of being trapped is oppressive, with the closed door being the only barrier between her and the unseen danger that lurks. As the woman desperately tries to control her fear. The closed door, although it offers a momentary sense of security, also becomes a symbol of your vulnerability, trapped in a small, claustrophobic space, where the tension grows every second, feeding the terror of what might happen next.