Girl with fiery red locks fleeing in terror, clad in a long-sleeved white dress with a hood cast over her face, her eyes wide with fear as she runs for her life down a narrow, dimly lit alleyway in a gritty, neon-lit metropolis. Behind her, a towering figure in battered, hulking armor, his face a twisted mass of scars and metal plates, his massive hand closing around her wrist as he effortlessly muscles her towards him. The city around them is a blur of blue and yellow lights, the neon signs of rundown bars and seedy venues reflected in the wet pavement, adding to the sense of unease and desperation. The lines around them are thick and bold, the entire scene rendered in a dynamic, stylized comic book aesthetic, while the girl's skin and the armor's metal plating are captured in loving, realistic detail. As our heroine struggles to free herself, the motion lines in the background become increasingly distorted, the blurred lights of the city arcing outward like a maelstrom, while the hands of the attacker are rendered with perfect, photorealistic precision, their grasp around her wrist a viselike grip that's guaranteed to leave her bruised and helpless.