In a dimly lit, cinematic black and white scene, an Asian-looking boy sits pensively on the edge of a small, cluttered bed, a faint plume of smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. The room feels cramped, with its walls lined with worn posters and scattered trinkets. A single window is ajar, allowing the cool night air to seep in, yet the heavy curtains block most of the external streetlights, casting gentle, shifting shadows across his contemplative face. The faint hum of distant city life permeates the stillness, adding to the intimate, introspective atmosphere of the space.