@[Image 7](image_7): Already image referenced. Voice: "A 25-year-old voice identical in timbre to Ka

@[Image 7](image_7): Already image referenced. Voice: "A 25-year-old voice identical in timbre to Kai's soft London accent. Slower, perfectly even, warm and amused; never rises, gets softer as the threat grows." Voice only. @[Image 1](image_1): Already image referenced. Voice: "A 25-year-old soft London accent. Dry, tired, quietly sarcastic; drops to a near whisper when scared." Voice only. @[Image 8](image_8): Already image referenced. Creature appearance only. Scene context: A grey stone castle on a mountainside above a slope of ochre grass and old snow. Cut 1: @[Image 7](image_7) alone, centered on the open slope 200 meters below the castle wall. Cuts 2 to 4: @[Image 1](image_1) alone on the wall between two battlements, empty platforms 5 meters left and right. @[Image 8](image_8) figures at the treeline 300 meters down the slope. Normal speed except a slow beat in Cut 4. Environments persist. Resolves on Kai winning early waves. Tech spec: Vertical 9:16, 35mm film, photoreal skin, fine grain. Game world: overcast diffused light, pale sage sky, grey teal mist, slate blue shadows, olive blacks, warm accents only from ochre grass and fire, low saturation. Lens: 18° tight close-up for Cut 1, 107° large geography for Cut 2, 47° natural for Cut 3, 107° for Cut 4, hard cuts. Lighting lock: soft overcast top light, no frontal key, Kai's face lit from below by the HUD. Mist never clears. CUT - close-up @[Image 7](image_7) centered on the slope, 4 seconds, normal speed - WARDEN stands perfectly still in black plate armor, his face a smooth fitted metal surface cast to Kai's features, pale icy blue light in the eyes, looking straight into the lens, micro saccades only, no blink. The metal mouth lifts into a slow smile. @[Image 7](image_7): "Let's play your first game." On the last word the misty horizon behind his shoulder fills with hundreds of small red points, igniting one after another. - Whatever those eyes belong to, they are coming. HARD CUT - CUT - wide aerial @[Image 1](image_1) small figure centered on the wall, 8 seconds, slow drift forward - The grey castle sits on the rocky ridge, iron braziers burning as small warm points along the wall. Kai stands between two battlements, hands on the cold stone, wind pulling his blue cloak. Below, the ochre slope runs 300 meters to the treeline, where @[Image 8](image_8) figures stand in rows inside the mist, red eyes glowing and slowly turning toward the castle in unison. A cyan HUD appears in front of Kai: WAVE 1 OF 5. - The red eyes lock onto him. HARD CUT - CUT - medium @[Image 1](image_1) centered on the wall, empty platforms 5 meters left and right, 8 seconds, normal speed - Objective: build a defense before they move. His eyes pick each platform a beat before his hand moves. He swipes left with two fingers: a squat stone archer tower rises out of the wall block by block, grit falling off its edges, settling with a heavy thud. He swipes right: a wooden ballista assembles, beams locking. The tension in his jaw releases into the start of a grin, rapid confident saccades across the slope. @[Image 1](image_1) voiceover: "Tower defense. My first game. I know every trick." - At the treeline the first rows start walking. HARD CUT - CUT - wide high angle, @[Image 8](image_8) wave screen top, @[Image 1](image_1) small on the wall screen bottom, 10 seconds, normal with a 20 percent beat on the ballista hit - The first @[Image 8](image_8) rows march down the slope, rusted chainmail swinging, feet sinking into wet grass, red eyes fixed on the wall, unblinking. Arrows arc from the towers in volleys. Each creep hit bursts into dark pixels that scatter on the wind. The ballista bolt lands and throws mud and grass that fall back with weight. On the wall, Kai's hand is already moving to the next tower before each volley lands. The HUD counter snaps WAVE 2, then WAVE 3. - More rows emerge from the mist. HARD CUT - *Sound: Low rumble, soft hisses as red eyes ignite. Wind, cloak snapping. Stone grinding and thudding, rope creaking. Footfalls, chainmail rattle, bowstring volleys, ballista thunk, glassy pixel bursts.*