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Shawy's eyes: Her eyes are large expressive anime eyes with long lashes. The sclera, the part of the eye that would normally be white, is solid black, and that black stays clearly visible around the iris at the inner and outer corners of each eye. Set within it is a glowing white iris with a clear round pupil. Her upper eyelids sit low over the top of each iris, giving her a calm, half-lidded look. Both eyes match in size, spacing and direction. Shawy's expression: A smug, self-satisfied smirk. Her eyes are narrowed into lazy half-closed crescents with a sliver of glowing white iris showing under each lid, one eyebrow raised higher than the other, and her closed lips pulled up at one corner, the tip of one small fang peeking out there. Shawy's skin: Her skin is deep matte black and velvety, absorbing light so the shading across her stays soft and even. Shawy's facets: Every facet of her face and neck is deep matte black, darker than anything else in the picture; the magenta, coral and violet facets belong only to the wall, the shards and her suit. Shawy's face: She has an ordinary adult anime female face structure rendered in black skin, a small defined nose with a visible bridge and tip, soft full lips, readable cheekbones and a soft jawline, all modelled with gentle shading. Her eyebrows are fine, dark and close in tone to her skin, sitting low and neat above her eyes. A painterly anime illustration in a soft cel-shaded semi-realistic register, laid out as the key-art poster for one episode of a tactical shooter game and painted in an angular faceted style: every form is built from big flat polygonal brushstrokes with sharp straight edges, like shattered glass or cut coloured paper, each facet one flat colour meeting the next at a crisp hard edge, drawn rather than photographed. The poster is the whole picture, seen flat and straight on and filling the frame edge to edge inside a thin dark border. The palette is a deep violet, indigo and electric purple field, with hot magenta-red and coral on the lit side of every form and thin glowing cyan-white accents along the sharpest edges. The bare back wall of a city alley at night, old brick painted over in flat violet and a wet concrete floor, all cut into big flat facets of violet and indigo. Sprayed across the wall above and to the right of her head, apart from her, in rough uneven white spray paint with thin drips running down from it, is a large emblem of a royal crown of the British kind: a band trimmed with spotted ermine, two arches crossing over a velvet cap, and a small cross standing on an orb at the very top. Framing: The lens sits low, at the height of her knees, a few paces off. Because the lens is that low the top edge of the violet wall runs across the frame high up behind her, above the level of her head, and the dark night sky spreads across the top of the frame above it. She stands facing the lens, the frame cut at her mid-thigh, the bottom edge crossing her thighs: her thighs and hips are nearest and a little larger, her head is high near the top of the frame, and the underside of her jaw and chin shows as she tilts her face down toward the lens. Standing in front of the burst wall is Shawy, an adult woman, a goth catgirl, 22 years old with wide breasts and wide hips, rich ebony black skin, long wavy white hair falling past her waist in soft loose waves, fluffy black cat ears angled slightly forward, an expressive black cat tail curled loosely beside her, and small visible fangs. She wears a sharp black three-piece suit, a fitted black jacket over a buttoned black waistcoat and black trousers, with a crisp white shirt and a thin black tie, close-fitting black cat-paw gloves no larger than her own hands with small pink pads on the palms, and one single small pink bow pinned at one side of her hair, her long white hair hanging down over both sides of her head to below her jaw. Her head tilts slightly to one side and one corner of her mouth curls up in a smug, amused, closed-mouth smirk as she looks straight down into the lens, utterly pleased with herself. She is alone in the frame, no other people. Big angular shards burst outward around her and hang frozen in mid-air on a long diagonal from the lower left to the upper right, flat planes of violet and magenta edged in glowing cyan-white, some as big as doors and some as small as playing cards. Poster lettering: Clean printed graphic lettering sits flat over the art. The narrow strip down the left edge is plain dark art. Low on the poster, centred above the bottom edge, a huge condensed bold title in magenta-pink capitals spans most of the width on one single line: MISS ME? The title is spelled exactly M I S S, then a space, then M E, then one question mark. Directly under the title sits one small line of widely spaced white capitals: EPISODE_10 // 2026. Tiny white tick marks sit in the four corners. Each line is lettered exactly once, with no word repeated and no line wrapping onto another line, and these two lines are the only writing in the picture. Posture and light: Her weight is entirely on one leg with the other loose, one shoulder dropped and the opposite hip pushed out. One gloved hand straightens the knot of her thin black tie against her white collar, and her other gloved hand rests on the round gold knob of a slim black walking cane planted at her side, so both of her hands have somewhere to be. Her white shirt cuffs fall over the cuffs of her gloves. The crown on the wall is white spray paint, and her own head carries only her pink bow. Her long white hair keeps its own clean white against the magenta. Hot magenta and coral light from the lower left lays a hard edge down her suit and her jaw, her far side drops into deep indigo shadow, and her eyes look down into the lens, their glowing white irises the brightest thing on her face against the solid black. Gentle depth of field.