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1boy, male focus, monster boy, short hair, messy hair, sharp teeth, teeth, open mouth, tongue, tongue out, glowing, glowing eyes, blood on face, blood on hands, blood on clothes, blood on weapon, weapon, chainsaw, holding weapon, pull cord, collared shirt, white shirt, shirt tucked in, necktie, black necktie, splatter, low angle, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dynamic pose
Low-angle cowboy shot with a sharp dutch tilt, framing an unhinged monster boy lunging forward in mid-stride. He wears a white collared shirt firmly tucked into dark trousers, the fabric soaked and heavily smeared with splatters of deep crimson blood. A loosened black necktie dangles diagonally across his chest, framing a small mechanical pull cord and black starter ring that protrudes directly from the center of his sternum. His short, jagged blond hair whips outward in messy clumps. Weight drops hard onto his leading bent knee as one blood-covered hand firmly grips the handle of a heavy motorized blade weapon, its serrated metal teeth coated in thick, dripping blood. His other clawed hand is held near his ribs, fingers dripping with red gore. His head snaps forward to lock wide, intensely glowing golden-red eyes directly upon the viewer. His jaw unhinges into a feral snarl, baring a complete mouth of razor-sharp triangular teeth with his tongue sticking brazenly out past the fangs. Fresh blood splatters streak across the bridge of his nose, cheeks, and chin. The scene takes place in a grimy, derelict concrete corridor; a single flickering overhead industrial fluorescent light casts harsh downlighting and stark specular glints off the wet crimson gore, throwing long cast shadows into the damp floor seams. Threads of viscous blood stretch and snap away from the revving weapon's teeth into mid-air, caught in the momentum of his sudden advance. Feral frenzy.
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