A modern preacher stands confidently in the rain-soaked street of a dystopian city, his silhouette illuminated by the glow of neon billboards that slice through the night like vibrant blades of light. The air is heavy with mist and distant sirens echo through the towering skyscrapers. The preacher, clad in a weathered trench coat, holds a worn Bible in one hand, its pages fluttering gently in the breeze. A sleek, matte-black machine gun is slung over his shoulder, a stark contrast to the sacred text in his grasp. His determined gaze pierces through the chaos around him, a beacon of conviction amidst the urban decay. The city pulses with life, neon reflections dancing on wet pavement, as if the very atmosphere holds its breath in anticipation of the preacher's next move.