In a gritty, noir-inspired alleyway of rain-soaked 1940s New York City, a striking woman named Layona stands defiantly with her back against the brick wall, the grey strands of her hair contrasting sharply against the dark surroundings. Her lips are parted in a confident smirk, revealing a single red lipstick mark on one side. A striped sweater clings to her figure, emphasizing her strength and determination, while the light from a solitary neon sign casts an eerie glow on her face, creating a sense of mystery and allure. The camera is positioned low, looking up at Layona from the damp ground, capturing the raindrops streaming down her face and emphasizing the grit under her nails as she grips the cold brick wall, suggesting a tough exterior hiding a vulnerable heart.