A brooding 1940s neon noir city shimmers through thick fog and rain-slicked streets. Electric lamplight flickers down empty avenues lined with fire escapes, wet cobblestones, and faded brick facades. Neon signs glow in reds, greens, and blues, humming above diners, hotels, and forgotten bars. Elevated trains vanish into mist overhead. The silence is cinematic — haunted, expectant — broken only by the idling hum of a lone blue coupe. Shadows linger. Every corner hides a story yet to unfold.