A pencil sketch of a powerful scene told in sequence: On the left, a once-hardened man now softened, smiling with his wife, hand in handâpeaceful, in love, finally free from the streets. In the center, a group of faceless masked men watching from the shadows, eyes locked with envy and hate. The next panel shiftsâheâs tied to a chair in a dark alley, helpless, screaming through clenched teeth as they hold his wife in front of him. One of them raises a weaponâthen silence, her body drops. Blood pools between them, her lifeless eyes facing his. On the far right, the final momentâheâs on top of a tall skyscraper, wind blowing through his torn shirt, fists shaking, eyes to the ground. The city lights blur below him. Heâs alone, lost, one step from the edgeâlove gone, heart shattered, nothing left but the weight of it all. See more