A gritty cyberpunk cityscape at dusk: towering skyscrapers loom in the haze-shrouded distance, their neon lights pulsing like circuitry. A lone figure, dressed in tattered leather and dark shades, stands atop a crumbling rooftop, hands grasping a worn firearm as they gaze out at the dystopian sprawl. Shadows dance across their face, illuminated by the flickering glow of holographic advertisements.
