Dark Assassin with Oni Mask and Katana

c1nna_sh4de, a ruined monochrome film photograph captures an extreme close-up of a lone, muscular assassin — lean, honed, and dripping with silent menace. His angular face is half-hidden behind a cracked, battered iron oni-mask, its grim expression fractured and leaking ghostly silver mist into the corroded film grain. His exposed shoulders and wiry arms, etched with old scars and fresh cuts, gleam under broken shafts of bleached, poisoned light. A curved, bloodstained katana rests across his back, the lacquered scabbard fractured and charred, slicing the distorted background into smears of black and bone-white. His torn, flowing combat robes flutter in the chemical fog, frayed and stitched with the scars of countless battles, twisting like drowning spirits around him. Heavy moisture damage and chemical burns rip across the emulsion, warping the shadows into monstrous, collapsing shapes. Deep scratches and blistered film fragments tear open his silhouette, while fine ash and drifting embers hang motionless in the thick, corroded air. The scene bleeds tension and defiance — a solitary deathbringer carved into the last decaying frame of a forgotten, shattered world. mythp0rt