A young woman stands frozen at the entrance of a fog-choked alley, the cracked, yellowed walls oozing decay. Her tangled dark hair hides her eyes as she peers anxiously to the side, lips tight with unease. Clad in a ragged green hooded jacket and worn brown belt, she grips the splintered doorframe, as if bracing for something lurking in the mist. Flickering lamplight casts sinister shadows, and twisted plants line the path like silent sentinels. The air is thick with dread, the quiet suffocating, as though the alley itself harbors dark, unseen secrets. Virtual19, cinematicxhan, analoguehanx83
