“A monkey wearing a backwards baseball cap and a tank top is running frantically down an abandoned highway in a deserted commercial area, clutching a roasted chicken curry. His face is filled with fear, sweat dripping as his arms flail. Behind him, a group of intelligence agents in black suits chase him, their mouths slightly open as they shout commands. The highway is lined with overgrown vines and fallen utility poles, casting shadows in the bright midday sun. The cracked pavement kicks up dust as they run, while the background blurs slightly to emphasize the speed and urgency of the chase.”
“A monkey wearing a backwards baseball cap and a tank top is running frantically…
