Shot with a Hasselblad X2D 100C, deep contrast, and low- key lighting enhance the film- noir aesthetic. A dramatic high- angle perspective accentuates the dark ambiance, with flickering candlelight playing against deep shadows. The room is filled with worn leather- bound books, a grand wooden desk cluttered with handwritten notes, and a vintage lamp casting a golden glow. A whiskey tumbler catches the dim light, its surface glistening with condensation. A forgotten jazz record spins softly in the background, its crackling sound filling the silent space. A cigarette smolders in an ashtray, its smoke curling toward the ceiling. A trench coat draped over a wooden chair hints at a story yet to be told. Outside, the faint sound of footsteps echoes in the rain- soaked alleyway. A small desk clock ticks steadily, marking time that seems to pass slower in this place. An open leather journal reveals half- written notes, scrawled in hurried, looping script. The scent of aged paper and cigar smoke lingers, weaving through the atmosphere like an unspoken mystery. A single desk lamp, its shade tilted at an angle, illuminates a stack of unopened letters, their wax seals still intact. A revolver, long forgotten, rests in the top drawer, its cold steel untouched but ever- present. Across the room, a framed black- and- white photograph of a woman stands alone on a bookshelf, her gaze frozen in time, adding an air of intrigue to the brooding space