@Image1 as the first frame. A grief-stricken man in a dark Victorian suit sits on a crimson sofa in

@Image1 as the first frame. A grief-stricken man in a dark Victorian suit sits on a crimson sofa in a dim Gothic room. Drunken camera, swaying handheld, soft defocused, tilted dutch angle, blurred edges. He lurches forward off the sofa, grabs a crystal decanter from the side table and hurls it at the wall. It shatters. Glass and liquor spray across the wallpaper. He staggers sideways, knocking over a candelabra — candles scatter across the floor, flames licking the carpet briefly. He grips the back of an armchair to steady himself, then collapses into it, head falling into his hands. The camera sways and tilts throughout, never stabilizing, as if the room itself is drunk with him. Focus drifts in and out — sharp on the shattering glass, soft on his face, sharp on the dying candle flame on the floor. Sound of glass exploding, metal clattering, heavy ragged breathing, then nothing. Cinematic film, no backgound music