A hauntingly beautiful, hungry, and dirty homeless female punk stands in a fog- filled alley, illuminated by the eerie glow of moonlight. Her sharp animal ears give her a werewolf- like look, and she is half- human, half- cyborg, with patches of metal glinting under her pale skin. Her short, curly red ringlets are tangled with cobwebs, catching the moonlight as it flickers above. She wears a torn knit sweater that barely covers her, exposing a bit of decayed cleavage, with the fabric stained with dirt and traces of dried blood. In her trembling hands, she clutches a worn Amazon box, its corners frayed and the tape peeling away, as if it has been discarded and repurposed for her own needs. Next to her, leaning against the wall, is a humorous cardboard sign written in acid orange, reading “DPI2- fmorimas- buzz pls, ” the bright color clashing with the dark surroundings and adding a bizarre splash of energy to the scene, as if it were a failed attempt at a marketing campaign or an inside joke only the moonlight could understand. Her oversized, cracked round glasses reflect the dim glow of flickering jack- o’- lanterns nearby. The moonlight casts eerie shadows along the alley walls, enhancing the chilling aura of her already unsettling presence, while the combination of the Amazon box and the quirky, vibrant sign adds an unexpected layer of absurdity to the haunting scene