A moody twilight scene: a dark cityscape with steel spires piercing the haze-shrouded sky like serrated knives. On a rooftop's edge, a figure in a black bodysuit sits poised, masked face hidden, bathed by the soft glow of nearby streetlamps. The Venom symbiote's sinuous tendrils wrap around arms as its host fixes an unblinking stare on the cityscape, exuding calculated menace and foreboding intensity.
