In a dim sparsely furnished classroom with cracked walls and a single window letting in pale light. A young Angie sits alone at a small wooden desk, surrounded by a few worn crayons. On the desk lies a simple drawing: a smiling figure with purple clothing, standing among green trees and red flowers under a blue sky. Angie is coloring carefully, but their thoughts reveal frustration — the colors never look as true or vibrant as they do in real life.

A teacher, wearing a pale dress, stands nearby as the classroom door opens. Two men in matching blue suits and dark glasses enter. Their appearance is formal and detached, suggesting authority or surveillance. One of the men gestures toward Angie and asks the teacher, “Is this the one?” The teacher leans closer to examine Angie’s drawing, studies it for a moment, and then quietly replies, “Yes.”

The atmosphere shifts as one of the suited men raises a small communication device to his mouth and says, “Yes, the potential is secured.” The other man steps forward toward Angie’s desk, extending his hand in a gesture that is polite but firm. He says, “Won’t you come with me, please?” Angie looks up at him silently, her expression uncertain.