Atop the roof of a crumbling high- rise, a long- limbed man in a perfectly tailored obsidian suit perches on the edge, gazing down at the city below. His jet- black gloves adjust the cuffs of his pinstriped jacket, the silver embroidery catching the glow of the flickering billboards across the skyline. A fedora, tilted just so, shields his sharp, angular features, but not the golden glow of his cybernetic eyes. Smoke curls from the cigar between his fingers, mingling with the ever- present fog that blankets the streets below. The wind tugs at his coat, lined with crimson silk that billows like the cloak of a forgotten king. In his lap, a sleek, matte- black revolver spins effortlessly in his hand, its barrel adorned with delicate engravings of roses and skulls. The city lights reflect in his lenses, a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow, painting him as both a phantom and a king in this concrete jungle. Below, the sound of sirens wail like the call of distant wolves, but he doesnât moveâhe has all the time in the world. The city belongs to him, even if it doesnât know it yet. detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting <lora:CPA:0. 5><lora:FLUX- daubrez- DB4RZ:0. 3><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape- 000016:0. 3><lora:ck- shadow- circuit- 000021:0. 35>
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