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Art style: stylized 2D graphic-novel animation, cinematic neo-noir, letterboxed 9:16, hard chiaroscuro light with deep blacks, muted earthy teal-and-amber palette, film grain over flat fills, static camera with in-frame motion. Medium-close: the old photograph in Matteo's right hand in the light beam, its image still unreadable. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "stylized 2D graphic-novel animation, cinematic neo-noir, letterboxed 9:16, hard chiaroscuro light with deep blacks, muted earthy teal-and-amber palette, film grain over flat fills, static camera with in-frame motion" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "stylized 2D graphic-novel animation, cinematic neo-noir, letterboxed 9:16, hard chiaroscuro light with deep blacks, muted earthy teal-and-amber palette, film grain over flat fills, static camera with in-frame motion". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "stylized 2D graphic-novel animation, cinematic neo-noir, letterboxed 9:16, hard chiaroscuro light with deep blacks, muted earthy teal-and-amber palette, film grain over flat fills, static camera with in-frame motion" idiom, not in any other medium. WARDROBE LOCK — authoritative. Render each character in EXACTLY this outfit, matching their attached reference image. This OVERRIDES any clothing, fabric, texture or colour word describing a character anywhere else in this prompt — do NOT invent other garments: - МАТТЕО: the entire figure of Matteo Rinaldi and centered on a rain-dark Palermo cobblestone street at dusk. A weathered Sicilian man in his late forties, lean and wiry, medium height, with a sun-worn olive complexion, deep lines around tired dark-brown eyes, a prominent nose, sharp jaw shadowed by greying stubble. Short dark hair combed back, flecked with grey at the temples. He wears a long charcoal wool overcoat open over a rumpled dark shirt, loose tie, trousers, and scuffed brown leather lace-up dress shoes. One hand rests in his coat pocket, the other half-holds a small brass key. His expression is guarded, haunted, watchful. Behind him, shuttered storefronts, a weak streetlamp, and distant mountains frame the quiet, tense alley. - ВИНЧЕНЦО: and centered — Vincenzo Morelli, a cold-blooded Sicilian man in his late forties, Palermo 1987. Tall and solidly built with broad shoulders and an upright, controlled posture. Angular face, high cheekbones, strong square jaw, olive Mediterranean skin, and sharp dark eyes with a guarded, unreadable gaze. Black hair slicked straight back, greying at the temples, with a neatly trimmed short beard. He wears a tailored dark charcoal three-piece suit, crisp pale shirt open at the collar, a loosened narrow tie, a slim silver wristwatch and a gold signet ring. Polished black leather dress shoes. One hand rests in his trouser pocket, the other hanging still. Standing in a dim shadowed doorway of a shuttered Sicilian café at night, hard side-light cutting across half his face. - ТОММАЗО: and centered — Tommaso, the late café owner, a Sicilian man in his late fifties, warm olive skin weathered by sun and years, a broad kind face with deep smile-lines, heavy-lidded dark brown eyes, a thick salt-and-pepper moustache and short greying hair combed back. Stocky, sturdy build with slightly rounded shoulders and strong worker's hands. He wears a cream collarless shirt rolled at the sleeves, a long dark apron tied over grey wool trousers, with a small brass café key hanging at his waist, and scuffed brown leather shoes. His expression is quietly warm yet melancholic, a faint knowing half-smile, standing inside his dim shuttered café among stacked chairs and a cold espresso machine, muted amber light falling across him.