A lone drug dealer stands in an impeccably organized, dimly lit warehouse, full of neatly stacked crates. The camera takes a low angle, emphasizing his dominance in the scene. Ill-lit, gloomy colors fill the shot, the crates only faintly glistening under the dangling yellow bulbs, hinting at the illegal substances hidden within. The shot maintains a delicate balance between the heavy darkness and slivers of dim light that barely penetrate the warehouse’s depth. Suddenly, he yawns widely and our focus shifts to his face, showing his exhaustion and the toll this life has taken on him. The stillness in the air is palplicated as the camera slowly pans, enhancing the space he occupies, the solitude he endures.