A middle-aged man, a hardened war veteran turned city cop, descends into the poorly lit underground tunnels of the city. The frame is tight on his intense expression as he handles a rudimentary homemade device, a desperate attempt at a weapon. Panels of raw, harsh green light flicker intermittently from faulty fluorescent bulbs above, revealing grime-stained walls and a clammy atmosphere. Behind him, the vague image of a shadowy pursuit looms. The focus jumps from the man to his pursuers and back, maintaining a sense of tension. The perspective switches between a high angle and low angle shot, adding to the dramatic intensity. The camera moves slowly, mirroring the man’s constrained, stealthy crawl and his attempts to remain unnoticed. He’s positioned off-center in the frame, creating an imbalance that heightens the sense of danger lurking in the shadows. Even though he’s alone, the space feels crowded and claustrophobic. The walls littered with echoes of a forgotten past, old posters and graffiti, serving as the gloomy, silent audience in his life-or-death struggle.