Jay Nwabueze: 3D character animation, painterly non-photorealistic rendering.

3D character animation, painterly non-photorealistic rendering. Naturalistic slender body proportions, realistic head-to-body ratio. Skin shaded with strong subsurface scattering, soft matte finish, warm deep brown skin tones with natural sheen. Hair modelled as sculpted layered volumes with warm rim lighting. Diffuse hazy key light, wide aperture, shallow focus, heavy bloom. Muted warm palette: ochre, terracotta, dusty rose, cream. Soft low-contrast grade. NOT photorealistic, NOT live action. Vertical 9:16 framing, faces held large in frame. CHARACTERS (locked, no drift): TUNDE — Nigerian man, early 30s, short-cropped hair, small beard, patterned short-sleeve shirt. Expressive, panics silently, terrible at hiding his face. AMAKA — Nigerian woman, late 20s, long braids pulled back, gold hoops, a fitted top and wrapper. Calm, direct, enjoying his suffering slightly. LOCATION: a warm Lagos apartment sitting room in the evening. A worn sofa, a small centre table with a bowl of oranges, louvered windows with soft amber light, a standing fan turning slowly, a wall clock. COLOR 60:30:10 — 60% warm amber wall and wood / 30% dusty rose shadow / 10% accent of orange fruit and gold earrings. 0-5s: tight vertical medium shot. Tunde sits on the sofa eating, relaxed. Amaka enters, sits down slowly beside him, folds her hands, and says quietly: "Tunde. I need to tell you something." 5-10s: close-up on Tunde. He stops chewing. His eyes go still. Slow push in on his face as the panic sets in behind a completely frozen expression. He swallows. He does not blink. 10-15s: he sets his plate down with exaggerated care, turns to face her fully, and says with false calm: "Okay. I'm listening." His leg is bouncing. Cut to Amaka, taking her time, adjusting her earring. 15-20s: Amaka exhales and says: "I used your card yesterday." Whip-cut to Tunde. His entire body deflates in relief, head dropping back, hands over his face, laughing: "Ahh! Amaka! You scared me! Is that all?" 20-25s: he waves it off, picks his plate back up, still laughing. Amaka watches him for a beat, then says flatly: "Four hundred and fifty thousand." 25-30s: Tunde freezes mid-bite. Slow push-in on his face as the number lands. Long silence. Fan turning. He slowly sets the plate down again, stares straight ahead, and says quietly: "Bring back the first problem." Hold on Amaka trying not to laugh. Cut to black. CAMERA: vertical medium two-shot on the sofa, slow push-ins on Tunde's face for both panic beats, whip-cut to his relief, static hold on the final line. AUDIO: evening ambience, standing fan turning, faint traffic and a distant generator outside, cutlery on a plate, natural conversational Nigerian-accented delivery with real pauses. Dead silence on both freeze beats. No music. FORBIDDEN: no photorealistic rendering, no oversized cartoon heads, no design drift, no subtitles, no background music, no readable text or logos, no harsh lighting.