옥상 추격 마스터 시네마틱 영상 프롬프트

[SCENE START] **EXT. CITY ROOFTOP - NIGHT** The city sprawls below, a constellation of neon and sodium vapor lights. The air is humid, thick with the distant hum of traffic and the metallic tang of rain-soaked concrete. A figure, JAX (30s, athletic, wearing a dark tactical vest over a worn t-shirt), sprints across a wide, flat rooftop. His bare feet slap against the wet surface, each step precise and urgent. Behind him, a sniper’s round *cracks* off a ventilation unit, sending a shower of sparks and concrete chips into the air. Jax doesn’t flinch, his focus locked on a distant rooftop access door. **EXT. ROOFTOP EDGE - CONTINUOUS** Jax reaches the edge, a three-meter gap separating him from the next building. He doesn't slow down. He leaps, his body stretching into a controlled dive. For a moment, he’s silhouetted against the city lights, a man in freefall. He slams onto the gravel of the next rooftop, rolling with the impact to disperse the force. He’s up in an instant, a low growl of exertion escaping his lips. He sprints toward a fire escape ladder bolted to the side of a taller building. **EXT. FIRE ESCAPE - CONTINUOUS** Jax grabs the cold metal railing, swinging his body over the side. He descends with practiced speed, his hands and feet finding the rungs without looking. A bullet *pings* off the metal frame inches from his head, the sound sharp and violent. He drops the last two meters, landing in a crouch in a narrow alley. **EXT. ALLEYWAY - CONTINUOUS** He moves with a predator’s grace, his bare feet silent on the grimy asphalt. He presses his back against the brick wall, peering around the corner. A single, dark figure stands guard at the far end of the alley, near a steel door. Jax takes a breath. He picks up a loose piece of rebar from a pile of debris. He tests its weight, then hurls it down the alley. It clatters loudly against a dumpster. The guard turns his head toward the noise. Jax moves. He crosses the distance in a blur of motion, his body low. He grabs the guard from behind, one arm locking around the man’s throat, the other clamping over his mouth. A sharp, efficient twist, and the guard goes limp. Jax lowers him silently to the ground. **EXT. ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS** Jax emerges from a stairwell onto the final rooftop. This one is a maze of AC units, pipes, and water towers. The rain begins to fall again, a light drizzle that quickly soaks his shirt. He scans the area, his eyes adjusting to the shadows. He spots it. A long, black case tucked beneath a large water tank. He sprints toward it, his heart hammering against his ribs. He skids to a halt beside it, dropping to his knees. He runs his hands over the case, finding the latches. He pops them open, lifting the lid. Inside, nestled in foam, is a disassembled sniper rifle. A custom-built piece, sleek and deadly. He exhales, a wave of relief washing over him. He’s made it. He quickly begins to assemble the weapon, his movements fluid and practiced. He snaps the barrel into place, locks the stock, and attaches the scope. He picks it up, the weight familiar and comforting. He moves to the edge of the rooftop, finding a position with a clear sightline over the city. He lies prone, settling the rifle on its bipod. He peers through the scope, the world snapping into sharp focus. He’s no longer the hunted. He’s the hunter. [SCENE END]