15-second single continuous shot. Preserve the exact cyborg woman and brutalist red lounge. She ONLY walks forward at a steady pace and talks—no punching, vaulting, stopping, arm snapping, grabbing, fighting, or sudden body movement. Start inches above the cash on 20mm as CAMERA ROCKETS backward at floor level. “They took my eye—” CAMERA WHIPS up into her eyepatch, DIVES past her shoulder, rotates behind, then OVERTAKES. “—my arm—” CAMERA races beside the gold arm, PLUNGES beneath it, then sweeps across her torso while she keeps walking naturally. “—and half my life.” CAMERA DROPS backward toward the stairs, REVERSES, rockets past her face, then whips forward again. “Funny thing is…” CAMERA SHOOTS between the red sofas, swings around one, then reconnects with her frontal walking path. “…they still think…” CAMERA DROPS low beside her stride, recoils through foreground debris, then corkscrews up her gold-arm side while she keeps walking. “…I came here…” CAMERA OVERTAKES, turns backward, races toward the staircase, then PLUNGES to knee height before rising again. “…to negotiate.” CAMERA RECOILS, snaps in a fast half-arc to her eyepatch side, then drives into a tight 35mm close-up and LOCKS. Final frame: she is still walking, visible eye dead into lens, gold arm relaxed beside her, staircase centered, chandelier blazing.