You press the shutter. The click echoes faintly in the empty street. The figure doesn’t move, yet something about them feels impossibly alive, as if they’ve stepped out of the shadows just for this instant, just for you to capture them.
Lowering the camera, you glance at the screen to review the shot, but when you look up again, the figure is gone—only the purple glow of the neon and the falling snow remain, painting the street in quiet mystery.