In a medium shot with a slight low angle, a 44-year-old man with a rugged charm leans against the gritty brick wall of an alley in a sprawling steampunk metropolis. He is sitting on the ground, one leg bent, with his back resting on the cold surface. He has center-parted, slightly messy medium-length brown hair, tied into a single ponytail at the nape of his neck. His expression is relaxed, featuring half-lidded green eyes and a few days of stubble on his chin. He is holding a lit cigarette between his lips and smoke rises into the air as he exhales. He wears a dark, high-collared trench coat over a white dress shirt, the heavy brown-worn fabric looking practical. The scene is set in the dimly-lit, crowded back-alley, with the dark silhouettes of steam pipes and ventilation grates visible protruding from the cobblestone ground. The lighting is contrasty and harsh, coming from a single, unseen street lamp above, creating strong shadows and subtle reflections off the dirty, damp bricks and steel pipes.
