Arte IA: PANEL 1 (Wide Shot, Cinematic, Establishing Mood) A rain-soaked city street at night. Neon signs flicker, their reflections stretching in puddles. A modest, old-school bar, "Jack’s," wedged between newer buildings. Tony stands outside, one foot against the wall, lighting a cigarette. His shoulders are tense, even if he looks relaxed. The faint glow of the cherry from his cigarette cuts through the darkness. CAPTION (TONY’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "Some nights, the past lingers. Like a song you can’t get out of your head." --- PANEL 2 (Closer, Tony’s Face, First Hint of Tension) Smoke curls around Tony’s sharp features. His eyes flick to the left. Something’s off. The sound of a car door slamming echoes in the distance. The street remains quiet, but he’s no longer alone. SFX: SLAM. (Distant but distinct.) CAPTION (TONY'S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "Some nights, it’s not just a memory. It’s something real. Something breathing." --- PANEL 3 (Foreground: Tony, Background: Shadowy Figure - Harrow) Tony, still against the bar’s entrance, doesn’t turn his head. In the background, a figure steps onto the sidewalk—tall, deliberate. Harrow, but blurred, not yet fully revealed. Tony’s fingers tighten around his cigarette, just slightly. A gust of wind makes the neon sign above them flicker. CAPTION (TONY’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "And some nights… the past finds you first."

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PANEL 1 (Wide Shot, Cinematic, Establishing Mood) A rain-soaked city street at night. Neon signs flicker, their reflections stretching in puddles. A modest, old-school bar, "Jack’s," wedged between newer buildings. Tony stands outside, one foot against the wall, lighting a cigarette. His shoulders are tense, even if he looks relaxed. The faint glow of the cherry from his cigarette cuts through the darkness. CAPTION (TONY’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "Some nights, the past lingers. Like a song you can’t get out of your head." --- PANEL 2 (Closer, Tony’s Face, First Hint of Tension) Smoke curls around Tony’s sharp features. His eyes flick to the left. Something’s off. The sound of a car door slamming echoes in the distance. The street remains quiet, but he’s no longer alone. SFX: SLAM. (Distant but distinct.) CAPTION (TONY'S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "Some nights, it’s not just a memory. It’s something real. Something breathing." --- PANEL 3 (Foreground: Tony, Background: Shadowy Figure - Harrow) Tony, still against the bar’s entrance, doesn’t turn his head. In the background, a figure steps onto the sidewalk—tall, deliberate. Harrow, but blurred, not yet fully revealed. Tony’s fingers tighten around his cigarette, just slightly. A gust of wind makes the neon sign above them flicker. CAPTION (TONY’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "And some nights… the past finds you first."
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PANEL 1 (Wide Shot, Cinematic, Establishing Mood) A rain-soaked city street at night. Neon signs flicker, their reflections stretching in puddles. A modest, old-school bar, "Jack’s," wedged between newer buildings. Tony stands outside, one foot against the wall, lighting a cigarette. His shoulders are tense, even if he looks relaxed. The faint glow of the cherry from his cigarette cuts through the darkness. CAPTION (TONY’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "Some nights, the past lingers. Like a song you can’t get out of your head." --- PANEL 2 (Closer, Tony’s Face, First Hint of Tension) Smoke curls around Tony’s sharp features. His eyes flick to the left. Something’s off. The sound of a car door slamming echoes in the distance. The street remains quiet, but he’s no longer alone. SFX: SLAM. (Distant but distinct.) CAPTION (TONY'S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "Some nights, it’s not just a memory. It’s something real. Something breathing." --- PANEL 3 (Foreground: Tony, Background: Shadowy Figure - Harrow) Tony, still against the bar’s entrance, doesn’t turn his head. In the background, a figure steps onto the sidewalk—tall, deliberate. Harrow, but blurred, not yet fully revealed. Tony’s fingers tighten around his cigarette, just slightly. A gust of wind makes the neon sign above them flicker. CAPTION (TONY’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE): "And some nights… the past finds you first."

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