In a dimly lit, cyberpunk alleyway, a plague doctor stands tall, shrouded in a tattered, futuristic robe. Neon lights dance across his ornate mask, casting an eerie glow. He grasps a plasma cutter in one hand, its blue blade humming with energy. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and decay as ambient occlusion casts deep shadows on the walls. Volumetric lights flicker above, casting a gaudy sheen on the scene, while the subject's piercing gaze seems to bore into the very soul of the viewer.
