Kling 1.0 (pro) Mother’s tearful goodbye at a dimly lit doorway. A radio broadcast about tightened borders. His hands slipping into the container as voices shout in the distance. Back to the present: A sudden metallic bang. He freezes. Someone is opening the container from the outside. Ending (0:45–1:00) Light floods in. Silhouette of a uniformed guard. The guard’s eyes meet his—pause—then the guard whispers, “Stay quiet… you were never here.” Container door slams shut. Darkness again.