in a 1920s-inspired futuristic dieselpunk world, a solitary detective stands at the edge of a fog-drenched alley. His face is bathed in the glow of neon street signs. He wears a light colored, weathered trench coat--its fabric heavy, slightly tattered at the edges, a relic of both the past and the worn future. The coat flares out at the waist, hinting at advanced, steam-powered gadgets hidden underneath, while the sleeves are rolled slightly to reveal mechanical arm braces--sleek but rugged. On his head sits a classic fedora, its brim tipped low to shade his eyes, but the reflective lenses of his goggles--perched on his forehead--catch the light, adding a subtle shine to his otherwise muted appearance. The goggles are a blend of vintage design and advanced optics, their glass glowing faintly with internal circuitry. They serve both as a tool for vision enhancement and a symbol of the detective's immersion in this hybrid world of old-world noir and technological marvels. His boots are heavy and industrial, reinforced with metal plating at the heels and toes, making a distinct, deliberate sound as he walks. A revolver sits tucked into his waist, a classic piece from the early 20th century but modified with steam-powered enhancements, the barrel subtly adorned with intricate clockwork mechanisms. Strapped across his chest is a utility belt laden with small, cylindrical devices--perhaps a portable scanner or an electric stun baton--each designed to fit into his worn leather pouch. In the background, towering skyscrapers of polished steel and glass reflect the fading rays of a dying sunset, their surfaces gleaming with art-deco geometric patterns. The atmosphere is thick with smoke and the faint scent of oil, as mechanized vehicles hum by on elevated roadways. Steam [...]