(Text follows the 4-act structure. Approx 1200 words. Dirty Realism style. Focus on Mia's pursuit of order.)

[Act 1: Setup] Mia's world was a series of right angles. Her father was a world-renowned minimalist architect, and she had been raised in a house that felt more like a mathematical proof than a home. There were no curtains, no clutter, no unplanned colors. Mia's "rebellion" in childhood was not a loud one; it was a precise one. She didn't break things; she rearranged them. She would spend hours moving the salt shaker three millimeters to the left until the symmetry of the table felt "correct." To Mia, chaos was a physical pain, a noise that needed to be silenced.

[Act 2: Undercurrent] As an adult, Mia's need for order evolved into a systemic obsession. She worked as a corporate efficiency consultant, specializing in "streamlining" lives. She didn't just organize offices; she organized people. She created strict schedules for her employees, dictated their diet, and even suggested the optimal frequency of their breaths. She believed that if she could just remove all the "noise" from the human experience—the unplanned emotions, the messy attachments, the random coincidences—she could achieve a state of perfect, frictionless existence. She lived in a white apartment where every object had a designated coordinate.

[Act 3: Explosion] The collapse began with a single, unplanned event: a phone call informing her that her father had died in a sudden, messy car accident. The news was a jagged line in her perfect geometry. Mia tried to process the grief through her usual system of order, creating a spreadsheet of the funeral arrangements, a timeline of the mourning period. But the grief was not linear; it was a flood. She found herself unable to function in a world that was no longer symmetrical. In a desperate attempt to regain control, she began to "delete" everything in her life that was unpredictable. She cut off her friends, quit her job, and eventually began to remove furniture from her apartment, one piece at a time.

[Act 4: Aftermath] The end came when Mia decided that her own body was the final source of disorder. She spent her days staring at the white walls of her empty apartment, contemplating the "noise" of her own heartbeat, the "clutter" of her own thoughts. She stopped eating, stopped speaking, and eventually stopped moving, attempting to become a part of the architecture. When the landlord finally broke down the door, he found Mia lying on the floor in a perfectly centered position, her eyes open and vacant. She had finally achieved the absolute order she craved—the order of the void. She had streamlined herself out of existence.

--- Objective Tensor Code: [OTMES_v2: M3=6.0, M4=7.0, N2=0.8, TI=32.0, theta=270]