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masterpiece, best quality, highres, sharp image, more detail <lora:more_details:0.5> <lora:SDXLrender_v2.0:1>, Scene Description: SteffN and his huskie ascend the narrow, crumbling staircase, the faint echo of their footsteps reverberating through the eerie silence of the abandoned building. The heavy iron door slams shut behind them with a resonant thud, sealing them inside the darkened, decaying interior. The staircase, littered with debris and the remains of a forgotten world, feels oppressive, each step a reminder of the brokenness around them. Shattered glass, broken concrete, and remnants of old equipment are scattered across the floor, casting long, jagged shadows in the flickering light from a weak ball overhead. The dim glow sputters intermittently, offering only brief glimpses of the building's decay and adding to the foreboding atmosphere. The space, once utilitarian, now seems to hold the weight of years of neglect and collapse. Foreground: With his back to the camera, SteffN walks up the staircase, rifle in hand, aimed steady at the shadows ahead. His posture is tense, every movement calculated. His piercing heterochromatic eyes—one green, one blue—glow faintly beneath his smoke-tinted AR sunglasses, focused and alert. His wide-brimmed, coal-black cowboy hat shields his face, leaving only the silhouette of his rugged figure visible. His long grey hair, streaked with white, flows past his shoulders, while his three-week-old beard, also streaked with white, gives him a battle-hardened look. His high-tech, coal-black winter coat fits snugly against his body, the collar turned up to protect from the chill, resembling the attire of a sci-fi military pilot. Glowing LED indicators pulse faintly along the seams of the coat, casting a dim, eerie glow as he moves. Military-style patches decorate his arms—‘The Enclave’ in red on one arm, black stars circling an ‘E’ on the other, signaling his affiliation and strength. His dark grey military survival trousers are dusted with grime, and his black sci-fi military boots crunch over the debris-filled steps. Slung over his shoulder is his ‘Brotherhood of Steel’ survival backpack, showing signs of wear from countless travels across the ruined world. His alien-metal rifle rests securely in his hands, its LED lights flickering as he moves upward. The faint glow of the rifle's lights mirrors the irregular pulse of the flickering light ball overhead, signaling the instability of their surroundings. SteffN’s eyes remain vigilant, scanning the upper staircase, aware of the lurking alien critters in the shadows. Background: The distant rumble of thunder signals the growing storm outside, the wind beginning to pick up as the air grows heavy with the scent of rain. A few droplets settle on the cracked windows of the building, adding to the feeling of tension. The stairwell, suffused with decay and dim light, feels increasingly claustrophobic. Dust hangs thick in the air, disturbed only by the movements of SteffN and his huskie, whose glowing collar pulses faintly as it trots quietly beside him, ears alert, senses keen for any signs of danger. The path upward toward safety is fraught with unseen perils. Alien critters, their eyes glowing in the shadows, remain hidden in cracks and broken doors, too cautious to be exposed in the fading light. The storm outside grows louder, the wind rattling the building’s crumbling frame, while the first drops of rain begin to fall, their pitter-patter further heightening the tension. SteffN remains focused, rifle aimed ahead, as he climbs steadily, his huskie close at his side. Both move with the silent precision of seasoned survivors, attuned to the dangers lurking in this forgotten world. Their goal is the roof, higher ground where they can find safety. The flickering light above casts intermittent bursts of brilliance, revealing more debris—broken furniture, overturned crates, and discarded supplies. These remnants are silent markers of lives that once were. In this forsaken space, no humans remain, only SteffN and his huskie, moving through the ruins with purpose, ever aware of the alien creatures lurking in the shadows. As they approach the top of the staircase, a sign visible on the door ahead reads: "To The Roof." This is their destination, their hope for safety. But SteffN remains ever vigilant, eyes flicking between the staircase above and the flickering light ball overhead, anticipating danger at every step. The alien creatures are never far behind, and time is running out.

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