In a dim, rustic tavern with deep brown wooden beams, a grizzled old man sits alone at a worn-out table near the corner. The camera is placed at a low angle, focusing on the flicker of a lone candle illuminating his artfully wrinkled face scarred by history. Its light casting dancing shadows on the pech-black coal smeared on his worn, baggy clothing. The room bathes in a mix of cold blue and warm yellow hues. The background shows the blurry forms of drunken men arguing over recentralization of power to the town council. The victim of scapegoatism, the old man watches, his clear eyes reflecting a quiet resignation. Overhead, the camera slowly pans across the room showing a distant view, capturing the contrasting interaction of boisterous laughter and silent suffering.