A dimly lit doorway, framed by cracked and peeling paint in a dilapidated building hallway. Dust motes dance in a single, focused beam of light slicing through the gloom, originating from the open doorway. The hallway stretches into shadow, hinting at an unseen source of light beyond. A rifle lies on the floor, partially obscured, but the glint of metal catches the light. A woman's hand, partially visible, is cautiously pushing the door open. Focus is on the textures of decay and the subtle play of light and shadow, emphasizing the claustrophobic atmosphere and building suspense.