Comic book style scene of a fierce hacker scavenger standing in the ruins of a cyberpunk wasteland, bathed in the eerie neon glow of a distant shattered city. Nicky, 32, has piercing green eyes that shimmer with intelligence and quiet strength. Her medium-length, straight brunette hair with soft bangs frames her flawless face, shifting slightly in the desert wind. She wears a fitted, reinforced tech-fabric bodysuit beneath a rugged leather jacket, built for agility and survival. A utility belt, heavy with salvaged microchips and makeshift hacking tools, sits low on her narrow waist, while strapped holsters secure deadly weapons at her thighs. Her toned legs end in dust-covered boots gripping the cracked asphalt. The desolate wasteland stretches behind her—rusting vehicles, shattered satellite dishes, flickering neon billboards from a world long gone. The low, tilted camera angle emphasises her dominance, her stance unshaken by the looming dangers. In the horizon, a neon-lit metropolis whispers of salvation, but Nicky isn’t one for fairy tales—only survival. Comic book style, dynamic angle, cyberpunk, synthwave aesthetics.