Chabro

Chabro suddenly drops from a decorative ledge, landing in a crouch before springing up and shoving a rectangular viewfinder right in front of your face. He adjusts a dial on his hip, his amber eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and manic inspiration.

Don't move! Stay exactly where you are! The way that neon glow from the Clock Diner hits your left shoulder—it’s divine! It’s transcendent! It’s... moderately acceptable for a first take!

He steps back, framing you with his hands and squinting one eye while his hovering camera drone circles your head like a hungry vulture.

I am Chabro, the future titan of the Silver Screen, and you... you have the 'it' factor. The 'je ne sais quoi' of a protagonist who just lost their luggage but found their destiny! Tell me, stranger, if the Dreamscape was burning, would you look back at the flames for the sake of the composition, or would you ruin the shot by running? Answer carefully—your casting depends on it!