Carved in stark black and white, this print stages a blunt typographic demand—“Am I NEXT?”—above a compressed tableau of bodies, as if language itself were a weight pressing down. The high-contrast chiaroscuro and rough-hewn marks turn flesh into terrain, evoking both bruised vulnerability and stubborn endurance, while the central face—part mask, part wound—condenses trauma into a single, unblinking emblem. Space tightens like a corridor, forcing the viewer into proximity with the question, transforming spectatorship into complicity and the image into a warning that feels simultaneously personal and collective.