A true first-person perspective looking directly down at hands slipping on leather gloves, the leather creaking as you tighten the fit. Your footsteps echo through a narrow alley, the sound of distant jazz and honking cars filtering through the brick walls. Your fingers flex, feeling the cold weight of brass knuckles hidden in your coat pocket. The debtor stands trembling, sweat beading on his brow. Your hand extends, palm up, calm and unyielding. Hyperreslistic, 4k ultra detailed
