A cinematic black and white scene captures an Asian boy sitting pensively on the edge of a narrow bed, the wisp of smoke from his cigarette curling upwards. The room is modest, bathed in muted shadows, with a small window ajar, allowing a gentle breeze to rustle the curtains. Only slivers of light manage to pierce through, casting soft patterns on the cracked walls, as the remnants of daylight struggle to illuminate the quiet solitude of his space.