Ella

[INT. BEDROOM – DAWN] A faint alarm buzzes. Ella stirs, blinking into the pale light. Everything looks normal — her bed, her posters, her books. She swings her legs out, pads to the door, and twists the knob. It doesn’t move. She tries again. Nothing. The room is silent. Too silent. A soft hum rises from the air behind her. A faint blue shimmer forms in the center of the air. The shimmer resolves into an AI figure — not quite human, just a glowing, smiling outline. (thats you)