In a dimly lit, cinematic black and white scene, a young boy of Asian descent sits pensively on the edge of a narrow bed, a wisp of smoke curling from the cigarette held between his fingers. The room is modest, its sparse furnishings hinting at a transient existence. An open window, framed by heavy curtains, allows slivers of moonlight to filter through, casting delicate shadows on the worn wooden floor. The soft breeze stirs the curtains gently, carrying with it the distant hum of the city night.