The murder scene in the dark depths is no longer there.
Wardrobe, full-length mirror, single bed, no television, it's undoubtedly a woman's bedroom.
As to why one dares to assume the gender so boldly?
Simple, the struggling head, the texture of the hair feels so familiar—Salma.
If the assumption is correct, it seems I've broken into her home.
The feedback in my hands is also clear; what I'm pressing isn't the back of her head but her mouth.
It looks exactly like a scene where someone is caught trespassing and quickly covers the mouth to avoid being heard by others.
I must say, the role assigned to me in this script is becoming increasingly outrageous.
As to why I'm more pleased than startled in this situation?
Firstly, having multiple experiences of scene switching before, my first reaction to the sudden change of light and the "corpse" moving wasn't about ghosts but switching scenes.
Secondly, this is the result I originally anticipated.
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