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It is a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Close to the camera sits a man squatting down on his knees, wearing a dirty leather jacket, buzzcut and squinting eyes. He has chiseled facial features and is covered in grime, oil, schmutz. He's tracking something as he gaze into the wasteland. Behind him is an old black Dodge Challenger with oversized engine. Everything is rusty, there's pipes and cables exposed everywhere on the car. He himself is wearing an improvised knee brace out of steel hinges and bandage underneath it.