enistyle, A cinematic wide-angle shot of a ruined, cyberpunk metropolis drowning in acid rain. Skyscrapers lean, half-collapsed, their neon signs flickering erratically, casting eerie, broken reflections in the flooded streets. The skyline is choked with smog, with distant fires staining the clouds in a sickly orange glow. A lone figure stands atop a wrecked armored vehicle, a heavy, tattered trench coat billowing in the toxic wind. Their helmet—scarred and cracked—reveals glimpses of a ghostly, cybernetic face beneath. In their hands, a massive, rusted weapon hums with unstable energy, its glow the only thing keeping the encroaching shadows at bay. The air is thick with tension, a world where survival is a gamble and mercy is extinct.