surreal horror fantasy frame, tony montana, wearing a sweat-drenched white disco suit torn at the shoulders, his face half-lit by flame and half-obscured in black ash, silently confronting a mirror that reflects a demonic version of himself with hollow eyes and horns, standing motionless with arms slightly raised, wide shot, static eye-level angle as if captured on old VHS footage, the room is a hellish, decayed version of his Miami office—blood dripping from the globe sculpture, distant screams echoing, tense and hallucinatory mood, minimal flickering light from a swinging red chandelier, decayed gold and sickly green palette, inspired by found-footage horror and psychological nightmare cinema