A night scene. In a narrow alleyway, beneath the dim light of an old, hissing gas lamp, a man sits in filthy, ragged clothes. He has squashed himself against the brick wall, trying to make himself as small as possible. The light from the lamp casts long, monstrous shadows around him. The cobbles under him radiate a soft blue-white glow reminiscent of moonlight. The camera angle is high, aimed downwards, almost as if he is being pulled towards the ground by some invisible force. Further down the alleyway, a group of people are approaching. The man’s focused eyes reflect the fear and anticipation of their encounter. The proximity of the walls amplifies the air of claustrophobia. The shot is dominantly filled with shades of blues and blacks, with the occasional splash of yellow from the gas lamp creating a stark contrast.