Sacario, donning a half-skeleton metal face mask, kneels precariously on the edge of a gleaming skyscraper. He's clad in sleek, high-tech bomb gear that seems to absorb the chaos behind him. Explosions erupt in rapid succession, casting a fiery glow across his rugged features. His eyes burn with an earthy brown intensity as he gazes out into the mayhem, his face set in a determined expression. The cityscape stretches out behind him, a tapestry of twisted steel and shattered glass.
