Prompt

handheld POV following a naked Black man from behind, slightly low, his cock swinging with each step. He's mid-20s, tall, muscled, sharp jaw, calm and unbothered despite the setting. Around him: a dark urban alley at night. Wet asphalt reflecting one flickering sodium lamp, graffiti brick walls, steam curling from a grate, a fire escape overhead, distant drip. Fog hanging low. Horror atmosphere — deep crushed blacks, sickly orange-green light, everything just out of focus at the edges. Photorealistic, grainy, filmic. [0s–6s] POV follows him down the alley. He walks slow, hips loose, cock swinging, bare feet on wet ground, totally casual. He glances back over his shoulder, grinning, eyes catching the lamp light. Audio: echoing drips, a distant, low hum of failing electrics. He says, hushed and delighted: "Okay. So. *These* are the ones I told you about." He tips his head down the alley. "Don't stare. Or do. They like it." [6s–13s] He stops and points at a shape against the brick wall. A shirtless Black man, 30s, and sinewy, back in shadow, only his chest and one eye lit by the flickering lamp. He doesn't move. He just watches. Audio: the lamp buzzes and stutters. The naked man says, quietly: "That's Cole. Doesn't talk much. Doesn't *need* to." Cole's eye flicks to the camera. Slow blink. [13s–20s] He keeps walking, gestures up. On the fire escape, silhouetted, a Latin man in open jeans, chest bare, smoking, looking straight down at the camera. His cigarette cherry glows red in the dark. Audio: a distant siren, the scrape of the fire escape. The naked man says, cheerfully: "And that's Nico. Lives up there. Technically. Don't ask what he does at night." Nico exhales smoke down toward the lens. [20s–27s] He reaches a doorway and stops. Inside, half-lit, a third man — Black, broad, in nothing but boxers, standing perfectly still in the dark, staring out. The doorway light is dim and greenish. Audio: near-silence, just breath. The naked man says, lower now: "And that's the one you gotta watch. Deon." Beat. "He's been waiting for you." Deon tilts his head, slow. [27s–30s] He turns to face the camera, backlit, cock still swinging as he shifts weight. Behind him all three friends are visible down the alley in their separate pools of light, all watching the camera at once. He grins, wide and slightly too calm. Audio: he whispers: "So. You coming in, or what?" Hold. The lamp dies for a beat, then flickers back on