In a rain-slicked neon alley at midnight, a trench-coated detective, half-shadowed by smoke, lights a flickering holo-cigarette—camera tight on her steely eyes, slow dolly in as rain drips off her brim. The muted hum of distant hovercars mixes with the sharp sizzle of wet pavement under flickering streetlamps. She whispers, gravelly: "Trust no one in this city…" A glass shatters sharply nearby, sync with quick cut to broken shards hitting puddles, splashing. Moody chiaroscuro lighting sharpens contrast, black-and-white with neon blues bleeding in under noir lens flare.