portrait poster design — Gigantic distressed title over centered survivor on red

A thriller movie poster centers a single bloodied woman, full-length, against a flat blood-red backdrop flanked by black palm silhouettes. The background is an unmodulated crimson field, subtly darker toward the top edge, with the feathery black silhouettes of palm fronds intruding from the upper-left corner and the upper-right corner, their jagged fronds stark against the red. In the exact center, a adult woman in her twenties with long wavy dark-brown hair stands facing the camera head-on, her head tilted slightly back, eyes half-lowered in exhaustion, her face, throat, and collarbones streaked with dried blood and dark grime. She wears a filthy unbuttoned white shirt, its fabric torn at the shoulder and stained nearly brown with dried blood, hanging open over dark teal trousers caked with mud at the knees and shins; her bare forearms are scratched, bruised, and bloodied. In her right hand, hanging loose at her side, she grips a broad-bladed machete with a worn wooden handle, the steel edge catching a single hard highlight. In her left hand she dangles a white plastic ID badge on a bright blue lanyard, its tiny portrait photo and printed lines too small to read at this distance. Her stance is wide and planted, weight even on both bare feet, the posture of someone who has survived something terrible and is not yet done. Across the middle of the frame, the word "TITLE" blazes in gigantic distressed cream-yellow block capitals, the eroded, speckled letterforms spanning nearly the full width and overlapping her torso. The lighting is harsh and frontal, like a flash fired in darkness, flattening the red field to a graphic plane while raking hard specular highlights across the wet blood on her skin and the machete's edge. The palette is brutally simple: arterial red, silhouette black, the dirty cream of the title, and the muddied whites and dark teals of her ruined clothing. The overall composition isolates the lone survivor in dead-center symmetry against the screaming red void, the distressed block typography and harsh flash-lit photography delivering raw, feral desperation.