<https://s.mj.run/e8B3u98QuzQ> <https://s.mj.run/T_bcFIibea8> The scene unfolds in a shadowy, abandoned warehouse, the air heavy with tension and the faint smell of rust and dust. The lighting is dim and mysterious--flickering overhead bulbs cast soft pools of light that barely reach the corners of the room, leaving much of it shrouded in darkness. The atmosphere is thick with suspense, every detail almost obscured in shadows, as if the room itself is hiding secrets. At the center of this darkened space, a 17-year-old boy stands in front of a large wooden table. The table is cluttered with an assortment of weapons--pistols, rifles, knives--each one cold and metallic, their edges catching the weak light, creating long, menacing reflections across the table’s surface. Despite the presence of such dangerous tools, the boy seems hesitant, his figure bathed in a soft, eerie glow. His face is partially illuminated, but his eyes are hard to read--fear and determination mix in the depth of his gaze. On his right stands a large, muscular man, his body almost swallowed by the shadows. He stands with his arms folded, the faintest outline of his face visible in the dim light. His expression is unreadable, the dark undercurrent of his posture suggesting a man who’s lived through countless dangerous moments. He watches the young boy closely, his presence looming, yet unsettlingly quiet. On the left of the boy, a more enigmatic figure stands partially obscured by darkness, his face hidden beneath the low brim of a cap or shadow. The only visible part of him are his eyes--sharp and calculating--peering intently at the map spread out on the table. His form is shrouded in ambiguity, his movements deliberate and almost ghostlike, as he outlines the plan for the heist in hushed [...]