<lora:Dark Cinematic:0. 5> DRK A tense, cinematic scene of a soldier clad in dark tactical gear, his face obscured by a heavy- duty gas mask with fogged- up lenses. He grips a worn rifle tightly, its barrel slightly raised as he moves cautiously through the narrow, decaying hallways of a post- Soviet apartment building. The dim, flickering overhead lights cast long shadows, barely illuminating the peeling paint on the walls, exposing layers of faded colors and crumbling plaster. The air is thick with dust, disturbed by his slow, deliberate footsteps on the grimy, debris- covered floor. Old Soviet- era posters hang tattered on the walls, their messages long forgotten. Rusted pipes run along the ceiling, some dripping, creating a faint echo that blends with the distant creaks of the aging structure. Faint graffiti in Cyrillic is scrawled across the walls, remnants of past occupants. The soldier’s breathing is audible through the mask, adding to the suffocating atmosphere. His head tilts slightly as he listens for movement, the silence only broken by the occasional distant thud or the sound of wind howling through broken windows. The hallway ahead disappears into darkness, an eerie unknown that looms in front of him as he takes another careful step forward