Psychological Focus Manga

Style: Colored, mature realistic manga. Soft cinematic lighting. Warm indoor tones. Mood: Intimate, calm, slow tension. No exaggeration. ⸻ Panel 1 (Top – wide shot) Bus arriving in Utena. Cold outdoor tones (blue/grey). She stepping off the bus with a small bag. Caption: This time, I went to him. ⸻ Panel 2 Inside his apartment. Warm lighting (soft yellow/orange). Table with sushi boxes. They are sitting across from each other, relaxed. Caption: We had sushi at his place. ⸻ Panel 3 Living room. Dim lighting. Evening mood. She lying slightly on the couch. He sitting close beside her. No text. ⸻ Panel 4 (Close-up, emotional focus) Faces very close. Warm shadows. Soft skin tones. Almost a kiss — tension visible. Small caption (choose one): Option A: He was very close. Option B (more cinematic): Just a breath away. .
Page Layout: 6 panels Context/Sub Info for AI: The Agents are not fully powered yet; fear, confusion, awe dominate. Only Obasi appears fully powerful. Kamiye is the first to arrive; others (Joshua/Agent Xata, Nimi/Ayakoji, Agent Black, Jamui, Ocean, Aiden, Michael) appear later. System messages guide them; The Ark is the hub. Powers are present but subtle — no full auras yet. Perspective emphasizes hierarchy: Obasi is towering/calm, others small/uncertain. Environment: Roblox-inspired fantasy, colored manwha vibes, cinematic angles. Mood: suspense, tension, mystery. Panel 1: Scene: Kamiye in his dimly lit room, sitting at desk, computer glowing. Expression: curious, slightly excited. Text: "Another game… but this one feels different." Color/Style: warm room lights, soft shadows, glowing blue from screen, colored manwha style. Panel 2: Scene: Kamiye being transported; room fragments breaking apart, light swirling around him. Expression: surprise, confusion, fear. Text: "What… is happening?!" Color/Style: bright white and cyan light, fragments floating, colored manwha style. Panel 3: Scene: Kamiye lands on a huge empty platform called The Ark, with floating gates, twilight sky. Expression: awe + fear. Text: "...Where am I?" Color/Style: soft mist, muted environment colors, focus on Kamiye, cinematic perspective. Panel 4: Scene: Obasi appears far ahead, calm, powerful; light hitting him from behind. Expression: confident, mysterious. Text: "Welcome… to the Roblox Trials." Color/Style: contrast bright vs shadow, only Obasi looks fully powerful. Panel 5: Scene: Floating holographic system screen above Kamiye. Expression: frozen in fear/confusion. Text: "Player identified: Kamiye. You are eligible for the Agent Trials. Stand by for further instructions." Color/Style: holographic blue glow, semi-transparent text overlay. Panel 6: Scene: Obasi steps closer; Kamiye instinctively backs up. Expression: Kamiye – fear + anxiety; Obasi – calm, observing. Text: "Only the worthy will inherit the power of the Nexus. Watch carefully… and prepare yourself." Color/Style: twilight tones, soft contrast, perspective emphasizes Kamiye shrinking. Extra Notes for AI: Focus on subtle power hints for Kamiye and system messages. Only Obasi shows clear dominance/presence. Perspective: low-angle shots for Obasi, medium shots for Kamiye, cinematic framing. Expressions: fear, awe, confusion, curiosity. Environment: floating gates, misty twilight, Roblox fantasy aesthetic, colored manwha style.
Dark underground basement, a young man using a computer left by his father, discovering hidden and mysterious data while chatting online. The screen light reflects on his focused face. A cyberpunk mutated antagonist enters from the staircase leading to the basement. The character is intimidating, futuristic, and glowing with cybernetic elements. The antagonist confronts the boy with a threatening presence, forcing him to keep the secret and work for him. Suspenseful atmosphere, cinematic angles, manga panel style, dramatic lighting, ultra detailed.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet evening hotel room before sleep. Only a small bedside lamp remains on, casting soft amber light across the bed and sheets. Sandrine sits sideways near the edge of the mattress in an oversized white shirt, one leg folded beneath her while the other rests loosely against the bed. A man lies back beside her partly out of frame, breathing visibly unevenly, trying to remain composed beneath her attention. Sandrine’s hand rests lightly and deliberately on the inside of his thigh beneath the sheets, fingers only subtly implied through the tension in the fabric. She watches his reaction with calm concentration and the faintest knowing smile. One bare foot brushes absentmindedly against his leg while she continues speaking softly to him. The atmosphere feels intimate, teasing, emotionally charged, and deeply controlled without overt explicitness. NO explicit sexuality NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexual acts ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I know exactly what this does to you.”
1. Grundkonzept des Mangas Genre: Psychological Thriller / Mystery Zentrale Frage der Story Wenn deine Erinnerungen manipuliert werden, wie kannst du wissen, wer du bist? 1. Realität 2. subjektive Wahrnehmung 3. fragmentierte Erinnerung Der Leser weiss lange nicht, welche Ebene gerade gezeigt wird. 2. Hauptcharakter Name Airi Kagami („Kagami“ bedeutet Spiegel, passt zum Thema Identität) Alter: 17 Schule: Oberstufe Persönlichkeit • ruhig • introvertiert • beobachtet mehr als sie spricht • kaum Freunde • starke Selbstzweifel • Angst vor Kontrolle durch andere • obsessives Denken Charakterdesign Aussehen: • schwarze mittellange Haare • blasse Haut • leicht müde Augen • Schuluniform fast immer perfekt ordentlich Symbolik Erscheinung verändert sich je nach Zustand • Augenringe = mentale Überlastung • Haare vor Augen = Verdrängung • gerade Haltung = Kontrolle Airi hat: Memory Dissociation Ihr Gehirn hat traumatische Erinnerungen abgespalten. Diese abgespaltene Seite ist Rei Angst • Kontrolle über sich selbst zu verlieren • Routine einzuhalten • ihr Verhalten zu kontrollieren Gewohnheiten • schreibt alles in ein kleines Notizbuch • überprüft ständig die Uhrzeit • hat Angst, Dinge zu vergessen 3. Zweite Persönlichkeit Name: Rei Keine klassische Split Personality sondern eine mentale Projektion von Airis unterdrücktem Selbst. Rei ist • selbstbewusst • manipulative • emotional kalt • extrem charismatisch Designunterschiede • Haare leicht anders gestylt • intensiver Blick • leichtes Lächeln Rei repräsentiert: • unterdrückte Wut • Selbstvertrauen • emotionale Freiheit Rei glaubt: Airi ist eine künstliche Version. Rei’s Ziel Rei möchte: die Kontrolle übernehmen. Nicht aus Bosheit. Sondern weil sie glaubt sie ist die echte. 4. Nebencharaktere 1. Haruto – der Beobachter • Psychologiestudent • arbeitet Teilzeit in einem Forschungsprojekt Er untersucht Gedächtnisverzerrungen bei Jugendlichen. Er trifft Airi zufällig. Er könnte mehr über sie wissen, als er sagt. 2. Mika – die Freundin Airis einzige echte Freundin. • extrovertiert • ehrlich • emotional Sie beginnt zu bemerken Airi verändert sich 3. Der Unbekannte Eine Figur, die immer wieder auftaucht: • im Hintergrund • auf Fotos • in Träumen Er ist Teil eines alten Experiments. 4. Dr. Shidou Der Wissenschaftler hinter dem Experiment. Er taucht erst spät in der Story auf. Sein Ziel war: eine Persönlichkeit künstlich neu zu formen. 5. Zentrale Storyidee Als Kind war Airi Teil eines psychologischen Forschungsprojekts über Erinnerungsmanipulation. Die Erinnerungen wurden später gelöscht. Aber Ihr Gehirn beginnt, die Fragmente wieder zusammenzusetzen. Rei entsteht aus diesen Fragmenten. 6. Struktur (4 Arcs) ARC 1 – „Risse“ Ziel: Realität destabilisieren. Airi lebt normales Leben • kleine Dinge stimmen nicht • sie findet Nachrichten auf ihrem Handy, die sie nicht geschrieben hat • Lehrer behaupten, sie habe Dinge gesagt • sie erinnert sich nicht Eines Tages sieht sie eine Version von sich selbst auf der Strasse. Aber niemand anderes reagiert. Ende Arc findet sie ein Foto. Sie selbst und ein Mädchen, das genauso aussieht. ARC 2 – „Die zweite Version“ Die Erscheinungen werden stärker. Rei beginnt • Entscheidungen für Airi zu treffen • Nachrichten zu schreiben • Leute zu manipulieren Airi verliert Zeit. Typische Szene Sie wacht in einem Café auf und weiß nicht, wie sie dorthin kam. Mika sagt „Du warst doch die ganze Zeit hier.“ Aber Airi erinnert sich an nichts. ARC 3 – „Das Experiment“ Haruto entdeckt: Vor 10 Jahren gab es ein Experiment über: Memory Reconstruction. Kinder sollten lernen falsche Erinnerungen als echte zu akzeptieren Airi war Testperson. Problem Ihr Gehirn entwickelte eine Abwehrreaktion. Die Erinnerungen spalteten sich. Rei ist ein Resultat davon ARC 4 – „Konfrontation“ Realität beginnt komplett zu zerfallen. Visuelle Szenen • Klassenzimmer verwandeln sich in Labore • Spiegel zeigen andere Versionen von Airi • Menschen sprechen mit Rei statt mit Airi Airi trifft Rei direkt. Dialog Rei sagt „Ich bin die Version von dir, die nicht vergessen wollte.“ Twist: Rei war ursprünglich die echte Persönlichkeit. Airi ist die konstruierte 7. Finale Airi muss entscheiden: • Rei löschen oder die Wahrheit akzeptieren Wenn Rei verschwindet verliert Airi viele Erinnerungen Wenn sie bleibt verändert Ihre Persönlichkeit sich komplett Letzte Szene Airi schaut in einen Spiegel. Sie lächelt. Aber der Leser weiss nicht ob es Airi oder Rei war. 8. Visuelle Symbolik Spiegel Identität Züge Übergang zwischen Erinnerungen Wasser Unterbewusstsein Glitches Erinnerungsfehler 9. Panel-Techniken (für Manga) • Panels ohne Hintergrund • extreme Close-Ups der Augen • Panels, die sich überlappen • Szenen ohne Dialog 10. Inspirationswerke Anime / Film: • Paprika • Perfect Blue • Serial Experiments Lain • Black Swan Manga: • Monster • Goodnight Punpun 11. Kapitelstruktur (26 Kapitel) ARC 1 Realität bricht (Kapitel 1–7) Kapitel 1 – Der Spiegel Airi sieht im Spiegel Eine Version von sich selbst lächelt. Während sie selbst neutral schaut. Kapitel 2 – Nachrichten Sie findet Nachrichten auf ihrem Handy Die sie nie geschrieben hat. Kapitel 3 – Erinnerungslücke Mika sagt „Du warst gestern komplett anders.“ Aber Airi erinnert sich an nichts. Kapitel 4 – Doppelgänger Airi sieht ein Mädchen. Es sieht aus wie sie. Das Mädchen verschwindet in der Menge. Kapitel 5 – Der Zug Airi schläft im Zug ein. Als sie aufwacht ist der Zug komplett leer. Kapitel 6 – Die Stimme Sie hört eine Stimme „Du bist nicht echt.“ Kapitel 7 – Foto Sie findet ein Foto aus ihrer Kindheit. Darauf sind zwei Mädchen. Beide sehen aus wie sie. ARC 2 – Rei erscheint (Kapitel 8–15) Kapitel 8 Rei spricht zum ersten Mal direkt mit ihr. Nur im Spiegel. Kapitel 9 Airi verliert mehrere Stunden Zeit. Kapitel 10 Ein Mitschüler sagt: „Du hast mich gestern bedroht.“ Kapitel 11 Airi sieht eine Videoaufnahme. Rei benutzt ihren Körper. Kapitel 12 Haruto beginnt, sie zu untersuchen. Kapitel 13 Traumsequenzen werden intensiver. Gebäude verändern ihre Form. Kapitel 14 Rei erscheint physisch vor ihr. Kapitel 15 Rei sagt „Du bist die falsche Version.“ ARC 3 – Wahrheit (Kapitel 16–19) Haruto findet das Experiment. Name: Project Echo Ziel Menschen mit neuen Erinnerungen neu programmieren. Kapitel 16 Airi war Testperson. Kapitel 17 Rei ist ein Fragment der originalen Persönlichkeit. Kapitel 18 Die Erinnerungen wurden gelöscht. Aber Rei überlebte. Kapitel 19 Rei sagt: „Du bist die Version, die sie erschaffen haben.“ ARC 4 – Realität zerfällt (Kapitel 20–26) Jetzt verschwimmen Realität und Erinnerung komplett. Kapitel 20 Die Stadt wirkt leer. Menschen reagieren seltsam. Kapitel 21 Airis Vergangenheit verändert sich ständig. Kapitel 22 Sie findet das Labor. Kapitel 23 Dr. Shidou erklärt: Das Experiment hat zwei Persönlichkeiten erzeugt. Kapitel 24 Airi und Rei kämpfen um Kontrolle. Kapitel 25 Airi akzeptiert Rei. Beide verschmelzen. Kapitel 26 – Ende Airi geht durch die Stadt. Sie lächelt. Aber ihre Augen wirken anders. Wer kontrolliert jetzt den Körper? 12. Visuelle Szenen Inspiration Satoshi Kon Szene 1 Airi geht durch ein Klassenzimmer. Die Schüler werden plötzlich zu Mannequins. Szene 2 Spiegel zeigen unterschiedliche Emotionen. Szene 3 Die Stadt wiederholt sich endlos. Szene 4 Ein Raum hat plötzlich 20 Türen. Alle führen zum gleichen Ort. 13. Symbolsystem Spiegel Identität Wasser Unterbewusstsein Züge Übergang zwischen Erinnerungen Kameras Beobachtung 14. Zeichenstil • starke Schatten • leere Hintergründe • extreme Augen Close up • verzerrte Perspektiven 15. Wichtig Mache den Leser genauso unsicher wie die Figur • Was ist echt? • Was ist Erinnerung? • Wer ist die echte Persönlichkeit?
🟦 PAGE 1 — MORNING ESTABLISHING (4 PANELS) Style: black and white manga, realistic shading, seinen tone, soft morning lighting Panel Layout (READ RIGHT → LEFT) Panel 1 (TOP RIGHT, wide establishing shot): A quiet suburban Japanese-style city at sunrise. Soft light over rooftops, telephone wires, empty streets. Mood: peaceful but slightly lifeless. Panel 2 (TOP LEFT): Interior bedroom, messy but realistic. Bed unmade. Curtains slightly moving with morning wind. Panel 3 (BOTTOM RIGHT): Close-up of digital alarm clock reading 7:12 AM, sharp focus, high contrast. Panel 4 (BOTTOM LEFT): Ren lying on bed, teenage boy, messy dark hair, blank expression, eyes open staring at ceiling. Lighting: soft window light crossing his face. Caption (small, subtle): “Morning always feels the same.”
Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only. Panel 2: Interior of a massive, high-tech exam hall of Arcadia Sovereign Academy. Dozens of rows of desks with students sitting and taking a written exam. Overhead lights and digital clocks add a tense atmosphere. Focus on three students: – Kanzaki Reo in the middle, relaxed, leaning back slightly with his pen down, already finished early, a small confident smirk on his face. – To one side, Kurozawa Rika, short black hair and glasses, sitting straight with a serious expression, calmly answering questions. – To the other side, Sakurai Hina, shy-looking girl with short brown hair and a hair clip, sweating and nervously gripping her pen, clearly stressed. Caption at top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – Entrance Exam, Stage 1: Written Test.” Small thought bubble for Reo: “So this is how they pick future rulers… interesting.” Clean shounen lineart, same visual style as previous panel.
A busy Roman street market scene focused on currency. In the foreground, a 'argentarius' (Roman banker) sits behind a solid wooden table covered in different types of shiny Roman coins: gold aurei, silver denarii, and bronze sestertii. He is using an abacus. A customer is exchanging money. Beside them, a small bakery (pistor) sells loaves of bread. Textures of worn wood and metal. Art style: Franco-Belgian historical comic style, clear lines.
Tavola 1: La Solitudine Composizione: Inquadratura larga (long shot) dal basso verso l'alto. Soggetto: Tomoya Okazaki cammina da solo lungo il sentiero in salita verso la scuola. I petali di ciliegio cadono ovunque. Testo (Pensiero di Tomoya): "Odio questa città. È piena di ricordi che vorrei cancellare." Elementi per l'AI: Stile manga seinen/shoujo, bianco e nero, retini (screentones) per le ombre dei ciliegi, focus sulla prospettiva della strada in salita. Tavola 2: L'Incontro Composizione: Primo piano (close-up) o piano medio. Soggetto: Nagisa Furukawa è ferma a metà della salita, con lo sguardo rivolto verso l'alto, come se stesse parlando a se stessa. Tomoya si ferma poco lontano, osservandola. Testo (Nagisa): "Anpan... Ti piace questo posto?" Elementi per l'AI: Linee sottili, espressione malinconica ma dolce, petali in primo piano sfocati (effetto bokeh), divisa scolastica dettagliata.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel restaurant late at night. Soft golden lighting, wine glasses half full, muted conversations around them. Sandrine sits elegantly at the table in a black dress, posture perfectly composed as she continues a calm conversation about work. One of her heels has slipped off beneath the tablecloth. Under the table, she subtly slides her panties down along one leg with her toes before letting them disappear beside her shoe. Her expression never changes as she lightly turns the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. Across from her, the man struggles visibly to maintain composure as he realizes what she has done. Sandrine glances at his reaction for only a brief instant before returning naturally to the conversation.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Rain taps softly against the hotel window while the city glows faintly beyond the curtains. Only a small bedside lamp remains on, casting warm amber light across the tangled sheets and muted room. Sandrine sits sideways near the edge of the mattress in an oversized white shirt, one leg folded beneath her while the other stretches lazily across the bed. A man lies beside her partly out of frame, staring at the ceiling with visible effort to steady his breathing under her quiet attention. Sandrine lightly traces slow circles against his wrist beneath the blanket, the movement subtle but unmistakably deliberate. She studies him with calm patience and a faint, amused smile. One bare foot nudges gently against his ankle while she continues speaking in a low, reassuring tone. The atmosphere feels intimate, teasing, emotionally charged, and quietly controlled without overt explicitness. NO explicit sexuality NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexual acts ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You’re trying very hard not to react.”
Titre : L'Écho de l'Ombre (Kage no Kodō) Genre : Seinen / Fantastique Urbain / Drame Thème : Le poids des non-dits et l'acceptation de soi. 1. Le Pitch Dans la mégalopole de Shinjuku, une étrange maladie appelée "L'Ombre Lourde" frappe ceux qui répriment trop intensément leurs émotions. Leur ombre gagne en épaisseur, en noirceur, et finit par prendre une forme monstrueuse qui agit à leur place pendant la nuit. Kaito, un lycéen effacé qui ne dit jamais "non", voit son ombre commencer à se détacher du sol... 2. Personnages Principaux Kaito (17 ans) : Toujours souriant, il évite les conflits à tout prix. Son ombre est devenue anormalement longue et griffue. Hana : Une "Tisseuse d'Ombre" excentrique qui porte des lunettes spéciales pour voir la véritable forme des émotions. Elle devient le mentor réticent de Kaito. 3. Structure de l'histoire (Format "One-Shot") Acte I : L'anomalie Kaito subit les brimades d'un camarade de classe sans réagir. En rentrant chez lui, il passe devant une vitrine et remarque que son reflet est normal, mais que son ombre dans le miroir étrangle l'ombre du reflet du camarade. Pris de panique, il rencontre Hana qui l'avertit : "Si tu ne cries pas ce que tu penses, ton ombre finira par hurler à ta place." Acte II : La rupture Le soir même, alors que la frustration de Kaito atteint son paroxysme, son ombre se détache partiellement et commence à saccager sa chambre. Kaito réalise que l'ombre s'apprête à sortir pour s'en prendre à ceux qu'il déteste secrètement. Il doit la poursuivre à travers les toits de la ville. Le combat n'est pas physique, mais mental : plus Kaito nie sa colère, plus l'ombre grandit. Acte III : La fusion Kaito rattrape son ombre devant la maison de son oppresseur. Au lieu de combattre l'ombre, il l'enlace. Il accepte enfin sa propre colère et ses faiblesses. L'ombre se stabilise et reprend sa place au sol. Elle ne disparaît pas, mais elle change de forme : elle porte désormais un petit détail qui reflète la personnalité authentique de Kaito. 4. Note d'intention visuelle Contrastes forts : Utilisation massive du noir (aplats d'encre) pour les ombres. Symbolisme : Les émotions refoulées apparaissent comme des chaînes brisées autour de l'ombre de Kaito. Rythme : Des cases très denses et oppressantes au début, qui s'aèrent et deviennent plus lumineuses vers la fin.
Panel 1 (wide, top) A dim bedroom lit only by a monitor. Riku leans forward in his chair, messy black hair falling over his eyes, expression sharp and focused. Caption: Riku Hayase — a gamer who once burned out so hard he swore he’d never compete again. Panel 2 (medium) Close‑up of Riku’s hand on his mouse, tense but steady. Panel 3 (medium) On-screen: Crossfire, his white‑haired ranger avatar, stands in a glowing forest. Caption: But tonight, something changes.
Panel Type Medium-wide panel (Quiet setup panel before a major reveal) Action The suited woman is shown turning a page of the newspaper. One hand grips the edge of the paper The page is mid-turn, slightly curved Motion is slow and deliberate This is not casual reading — it’s intentional. Newspaper Content (Very Important) The visible text on the newspaper is unreadable: Lines instead of real words Abstract blocks of text Scribbled or blurred typography Headline shapes without legible letters The reader can tell it’s important news, but cannot read it yet. This visually says: Not yet. Composition & Camera Camera angled from the side Focus on: Her hands The movement of the page Her face may be partially visible or cropped — expression controlled The newspaper dominates the lower half of the panel. Visual Style Black-and-white manga Clean linework Light screentone on paper Subtle motion lines on the page edge only No sound effects No dialogue Mood Anticipation. Withheld truth. The calm before information hits. 🚫 Negative Prompt No readable text No headlines No exposition No dramatic gestures No speed lines
Shadow of Justice is a dark, psychological manga set in a city where crime once thrived under a broken legal system. When a mysterious figure wearing a devil mask emerges, criminals begin disappearing one by one. Unlike the law, he does not arrest, judge, or forgive—he eradicates crime entirely. As fear spreads, the city transforms into a place of absolute order and uneasy peace, where crime drops to zero and citizens are forced to question whether safety achieved through terror can still be called justice. A lone police officer investigates the phenomenon, torn between duty and the undeniable results. The story explores morality, justice, fear, and responsibility, building toward a chilling conclusion where the devil mask is quietly put away, leaving behind a city forever changed. Not all justice acts in the light.
A young man in a crowded city awakens powers after a near-death accident, but every time he saves someone, he absorbs a portion of their pain. As the burden grows unbearable, he’s forced to decide whether being a hero means saving everyone—or learning who deserves to be saved.” If you want this to stand out, don’t just ask for “superhero”—decide: Is the hero powerful or limited? Is the conflict external villains or internal sacrifice? What is the price of using power? Without that, it becomes generic fast.
Harika, işte iki sayfalık (iki ana sahne/bölüm odaklı), atmosferik ve biraz "vibe" odaklı bir kısa manga taslağı. Hikaye Başlığı: Neon Kırılması (Neon-Fracture) Tür: Seinen, Psikolojik, Bilim Kurgu 1. SAYFA: Şehrin Gürültüsü Panel 1: Dev bir geniş açı (Wide Shot). İstanbul benzeri ama siberpunk öğelerle donatılmış, yağmurlu bir şehir panoraması. Gökdelenlerin üzerindeki dev hologramlar ıslak asfalta yansıyor. SFX: Şırrr... (Yağmur sesi) Panel 2: Ana karakterimiz Ren, kalabalık bir caddede yürüyor. Üzerinde hafif yıpranmış bir yağmurluk var. Etrafındaki insanlar "dijital maskeler" takmış, yüzleri parazitli görünüyor ama Ren’in yüzü çıplak ve yorgun. Ren (İç Ses): "Herkes kendi filtresinin arkasına saklanıyor. Kimse dünyayı olduğu gibi görmek istemiyor." Panel 3: Ren cebinden fütüristik, ince çerçeveli bir gözlük çıkarıyor. Gözlüğü takarken yakın çekim (Close-up). SFX: Klik. Panel 4: Gözlüğün içinden gördüğümüz manzara (POV). Şehrin gri ve soğuk renkleri bir anda "Sepya" ve "Sıcak Altın" tonlarına bürünüyor. Çirkin reklam tabelaları, eski nostaljik sinema afişlerine dönüşüyor. Ren (İç Ses): "Renk paletini değiştir... Gerçekliği değil, sadece bakış açını manipüle et."
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ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel bedroom. Soft amber bedside lamp casting warm light across rumpled white sheets while the city glows faintly beyond the curtains. Sandrine reclines comfortably against the headboard, oversized white shirt loosely draped around her body, dark hair slightly tousled from intimacy. Her legs are spread, posed with complete calm confidence rather than explicitness. She looks directly toward the viewer with steady, attentive eyes — affectionate, curious, quietly aware of the effect she is having. A man sits lower on the bed partly out of frame, posture tense and emotionally absorbed, clearly unable to look away from her. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically intense, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexual acts NO nudity beyond tasteful implication ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Describe exactly why you love it so much.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel restaurant late at night. Soft golden lighting, wine glasses half full, muted conversations around them. Sandrine sits elegantly at the table in a black dress, one heel slipped off beneath the tablecloth. She looks completely composed while discussing work calmly. Beneath the table, her bare foot presses slowly and deliberately in the man’s lap while she lightly touches the stem of her wine glass. He struggles visibly to maintain composure while listening to her speak. She watches his reaction for only a fraction of a second before returning to the conversation naturally.
البانل يظهر شخصية رئيسية واقفة على حافة مبنى مرتفع، مع خلفية مدينة مظلمة تتلألأ أضواؤها في الليل. الشخصية تبدو متوترة، عيناها تتلألأ بالقلق والتصميم في الوقت نفسه. هناك خطوط حركة حولها لتوضيح ريح قوية تهب من الأعلى، وأوراق متناثرة تطير في الهواء. في الأعلى، بالجانب الأيسر من البانل، فقاعات حوار صغيرة متدرجة توضح أفكارها الداخلية: "هل يجب أن أفعلها؟ هل أنا مستعد؟". التظليل يعتمد على أسلوب الخطوط المتقاطعة (cross-hatching) لإبراز الظلال العميقة في المدينة، مع استخدام الدرجات الرمادية لتقوية الجو الكئيب والمشحون بالتوتر. البانل يركز على التباين بين الظلام والضوء، مع تركيز الضوء على وجه الشخصية ليظهر التوتر الداخلي بشكل واضح.
L’anime commence dans une genre de salle noir vue première personne du perso principal , ( des yeux rouge?) nous parle et nous dit : "tu sais déjà ce qui va se passer tu la vue dans ton rêve , sa ne devrait aps tarder et à ce moment la….tout finira" en tendant sa main vers nous , le perso ne peux pas parler est effrayer on voit ses clignement de yeux , et quand la main arrive sur notre visage( donc pile au moment où il dit "tout se finira" il se réveille en sursaut , son amie qui était venue le réveiller sursaute aussi elle lui parle mais il entend pas , il regarde autour de lui frénétique et il entend comme si il avait les oreilles bouchées , son amie lui touche l’épaule et il revient à la "normale" et elle dit :"tu pleure ?" Le héros dit Nn Et la nouveau clignement du perso principal mais quand l’œil se rouvre on a la vision de l’amie qui regarde le perso principal qui a effectivement une larme à l’œil
🟦 Panel 1 – Establishing Shot Scene: Sylhet Railway Station * Train ধীরে থামছে * Station sign visible * হালকা fog / morning light 👉 Text (optional): “Sylhet” 🟦 Panel 2 – Exit Moment Scene: Train door থেকে নামছে * পা মাটিতে পড়ার close shot * Slight slow motion feel 👉 SFX: “clank” 🟦 Panel 3 – Cigarette Smoke (Slow Motion) 🔥 Scene: Side profile * মুখ থেকে ধোঁয়া ধীরে বের হচ্ছে * Background blur 👉 No dialogue — শুধু vibe 🟦 Panel 4 – Eye Close-up (Attitude Shot) 👁️ Scene: এক চোখ close-up * Sharp look / tired but cool * Light reflection in eye 👉 Emotion: mysterious, calm 🟦 Panel 5 – Walking Through Station Scene: সে হাঁটছে * লোকজন blur * সে focus-এ 👉 Camera: follow shot 🟦 Panel 6 – Shop Interaction Scene: দোকান থেকে পানি + juice নিচ্ছে * হাতে টাকা দেওয়া * Bottle close-up 👉 Dialogue: “একটা পানি, একটা juice” 🟦 Panel 7 – CNG Ride (Ending Shot) 🚕 Scene: CNG-তে বসে Amborkhana-এর দিকে যাচ্ছে * City lights / রাস্তা * Side window দিয়ে বাইরে তাকানো 👉 Text: “Amborkhana”
Black and white manga-style panel showing a dramatic falling perspective from a tall building. The view looks straight downward into a realistic cityscape with clearly defined rectangular buildings, straight streets, and proper urban grid layout. Strong radial speed lines and controlled motion blur converge toward the center to emphasize extreme height and vertigo, without distorting building shapes. No character body visible at all — no hands, no arms, no silhouette, no human anatomy. Only the falling perspective and the city below. Clean monochrome manga line art, high contrast, sharp city details, dynamic motion lines. Two small white speech bubbles near the top contain the text: “Huh?” and “This…” One large white speech bubble at the bottom contains bold manga-style lettering: “Aaaaaaa!!!! NOOOO!!!!!” Classic Japanese manga panel composition, black and white only, dramatic tension, clear perspective, controlled motion effects. Negative prompt: hands, arms, fingers, body parts, human silhouette, character anatomy, abstract city, distorted buildings, warped architecture, surreal shapes, painterly blur, soft focus, sketchy background
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening hotel room. Soft amber bedside light reflecting against the window while distant city lights blur in the rain outside. Sandrine sits comfortably cross-legged near the center of the bed in an oversized white shirt, relaxed after a long conversation. One bare foot extends slowly toward the camera, resting lightly against the viewer’s chest as though testing his reaction. Her toes flex absentmindedly against the fabric of his shirt. She watches him carefully over the edge of her phone with a calm, faintly amused expression — fully aware of the immediate effect she has on him. The atmosphere feels intimate, teasing, emotionally close, and psychologically charged rather than overtly sexual. NO explicit sexuality NO nudity NO explicit anatomy NO fetish exaggeration
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening hotel room. Soft amber bedside light reflecting against the window while distant city lights blur in the rain outside. Sandrine sits comfortably cross-legged near the center of the bed in an oversized white shirt, relaxed after a long conversation. One bare foot extends slowly toward the camera, resting lightly against the viewer’s chest as though testing his reaction. Her toes flex absentmindedly against the fabric of his shirt. She watches him carefully over the edge of her phone with a calm, faintly amused expression — fully aware of the immediate effect she has on him. The atmosphere feels intimate, teasing, emotionally close, and psychologically charged rather than overtly sexual. NO explicit sexuality NO nudity NO explicit anatomy NO fetish exaggeration
A weary male figure in his late 20s, messy and unkempt dark hair, prominent dark circles under sunken eyes, a gaunt face with a stubble, wearing a tattered dark trench coat over a high-collared black tactical outfit, a melancholic and detached expression. A young woman with a radiant face, sparkling eyes, a warm and gentle smile, long flowing hair, wearing a soft pastel-colored cardigan over a simple white dress, holding an umbrella in one hand and reaching out with the other, an expression of pure kindness. A man with sharp facial features and a stern gaze, wearing a classic brown trench coat, a tailored suit underneath, a fedora hat slightly tilted, holding a thick file and a lit cigarette between his fingers, looking intensely focused. A young man with a focused and reliable look, messy short hair, wearing a loose hoodie and a leather jacket, sitting behind the wheel of a sports car, glancing back over his shoulder with a knowing and serious expression. A weary man with a dark coat standing alone in a rainy city street at night, looking dejected. A young woman with a bright smile walks up to him, holding an umbrella over both of them and offering a warm blanket. He looks at her with surprise and hesitation. A tired-looking man in a dark trench coat running through a dark alleyway, looking over his shoulder. Behind him, a detective in a suit and hat is pursuing, shining a flashlight and holding up a police badge, his face determined. Two young men rushing towards a sleek car parked in a back alley. The protagonist, looking exhausted, is being helped into the passenger seat by his friend, who is dressed in a hoodie. The friend has a serious expression and is looking back to check for pursuers. Inside a simple, warm apartment. A young woman is gently tending to a small cut on the hand of the weary-looking protagonist, who is sitting at her kitchen table. He watches her work with a conflicted expression, his true identity hidden.
# MANGA MANUSCRIPT: "RE:START — THE LOOSER'S CRUCIBLE" ## CHAPTER 1: The Flawless Mask ### **Character Visual Profiles (Manga Color Pages)** * **Ren (Bosh Qahramon):** 14 years old, short stature (158 cm), thin but deceptively dense frame. He has pale white skin and sharp, intensely black hair that sticks straight up in defiant spikes—so coarse and unruly that no comb can ever tame it. He wears his school uniform with the sleeves pulled completely down past his wrists to hide his constantly sweating palms. His eyes are usually downcast and melancholic, but they spark with genius when solving equations. * **Daiki (The Loyal Friend):** 14 years old, tall and lanky with a slight, healthy tan (a bit more yellowish/sun-kissed compared to Ren's pale skin). He has messy, dark blond (mallasoch) hair and wears stylish, rectangular glasses. He has an energetic, warm smile and is always looking out for Ren. * **Yuka (The Class Idol):** 14 years old, classic Japanese manga art style (black-and-white ink aesthetic). She has flawlessly smooth, shoulder-length black hair with perfectly trimmed bangs, large innocent-looking eyes, and a radiant, gentle smile that completely masks the cruel, dark heart underneath. ## CHAPTER 1 SCREENPLAY / MANGA PANEL SCRIPT ### **PAGE 1 (Color Spread)** **Panel 1:** A wide shot of the school gymnasium. The lighting is bright and cheerful. Sunlight pours through the high windows. **Panel 2:** Close-up on a metal pull-up bar. A pair of hands is gripping it tightly. Curiously, the hands are wrapped in a thin layer of moisture, reflecting the gym lights. **Panel 3:** Ren is pulling his chin way above the bar. His spiked black hair defies gravity as his body moves up and down effortlessly. * **SFX:** *Swoosh... Swoosh...* **Panel 4:** Daiki is standing below the bar, holding a clipboard, counting with a massive grin on his face. * **Daiki:** "...11... 12... and 13! Visual lock! Man, your muscle efficiency makes absolutely no sense, Ren!" ### **PAGE 2 (Monochrome / Standard Manga Ink Style)** **Panel 1:** Ren drops down from the bar, landing perfectly on his feet. He looks slightly tired, but his pale face has a rare, genuine smile. He immediately pulls his school uniform sleeves over his palms. * **Ren:** "It’s just mechanical leverage, Daiki. If you calculate the weight-to-strength ratio, anyone our height could do it." **Panel 2:** Daiki slaps Ren playfully on the back, adjusting his glasses with his other hand. * **Daiki:** "Yeah, yeah, Mr. National Exam Rank #1. Don't hit me with physics. Let's get to the classroom before the homeroom bell rings." **Panel 3:** A transition shot of the classroom. The blackboard is covered in incredibly complex mathematical equations. The teacher is staring at the board, completely stuck. **Panel 4:** The teacher turns to the class, sweating. * **Teacher:** "Uh... can anyone solve the variance for the third variable?" ### **PAGE 3** **Panel 1:** The entire class is looking down, terrified of being called. In the very back row, next to the window, Ren is staring out at the falling cherry blossoms, looking bored. **Panel 2:** Close-up of Ren’s desk. His hand is holding a mechanical pencil, but beneath his hand, the notebook paper is slightly wrinkled and damp from his sweat. **Panel 3:** Ren speaks up without even looking at the board. * **Ren:** "The variance is x = \sqrt{27.4}. The teacher forgot to invert the matrix in step four." **Panel 4:** The teacher checks his notes, his eyes widening in shock. The students whisper in awe. * **Student 1 (Whispering):** "Woah, the 'Human Calculator' strikes again..." * **Student 2 (Whispering):** "He's a freak... did you see his hands? They're always slick." ### **PAGE 4** **Panel 1:** School bell rings. **SFX:** *BRRRRIIIING!* Students are packing their bags. Ren is sitting quietly, wiping his wet palms with a hidden tissue under his desk. **Panel 2:** A shadow falls over Ren's desk. He looks up. It’s Yuka, the most beautiful girl in the school. She is smiling down at him, hands folded behind her back. * **Yuka:** "Um... Ren-kun? Do you have a minute?" **Panel 3:** Ren freezes. His pale cheeks turn a bright, sudden crimson. His spiked hair seems to jitter with nervousness. * **Ren:** "Y-Yuka-san? What's wrong?" **Panel 4:** Yuka leans in closer, slipping a small, beautifully folded pink note onto his desk. * **Yuka:** "I've been watching you for a long time... Your mind, your strength... it's amazing. Can you meet me at the old, abandoned park behind the school at 5:00 PM? Please don't tell anyone." ### **PAGE 5** **Panel 1:** Yuka turns and walks away, waving cheerfully. Ren stares at the note, his heart pounding so hard it can be heard. **SFX:** *Thump-Thump!* **Panel 2:** Daiki slides over, leaning over Ren’s shoulder, his glasses reflecting the light. * **Daiki:** "Holy crap, Ren! The school idol just asked you out?! Is your un-combable hair finally paying off?!" **Panel 3:** Ren holds the note tightly, his face glowing with pure, unadulterated happiness. For the first time in his life, he feels like he isn't a ghost. He feels alive. * **Ren:** "I... I can't believe it, Daiki. Maybe... maybe my life is finally changing." **Panel 4:** The final panel of the chapter. Ren walks out of the school gates into the evening sunset, clutching the note. But the sky in the distance is turning dark, and heavy storm clouds are rolling in, symbolizing the nightmare that awaits him in Chapter 2. ### What happens next? This sets the stage perfectly! Chapter 1 builds him up as a happy, respected genius, making the brutal trap, the betrayal by Yuka, and the anxiety attack in Chapter 2 and 3 hit the reader ten times harder. The next chapter **Chapter 2: The Rainy Ambush**!
The glass walls of the fifty-second floor boardroom trapped heat like a greenhouse. Outside, the October sun hung low and unforgiving in a cloudless sky, casting long shadows across the polished table where twelve people sat, not speaking. They were strangers fashioned into colleagues by corporate necessity, each one holding their breath a little longer than natural, each one aware of being silently assessed by the others. In corporate America, the watching began long before the speaking. It was a dance of eyes—quick, darting glances followed by studied indifference. A man at the far end tapped his pen against the rim of his coffee cup, the sound precise and mechanical. A woman near the door folded the corner of her presentation notes, creasing it with her fingernail, then unfolding it, then folding it again. Small betrayals of nerves that everyone noticed and no one acknowledged. They waited for the meeting to begin, for someone to break the silence that had stretched like an elastic band between them. The tension wasn‘t personal—it was structural, built into the very architecture of ambition. In places like this, people became careful studies of one another: the way a colleague‘s smile didn’t reach their eyes, how another‘s handshake lingered a moment too long, the slight tremor in a supervisor’s voice when discussing quarterly projections. The human mind was designed to notice patterns, to sort signal from noise. In the corporate wilderness, this instinct sharpened to a knife’s edge. They watched for weakness the way wolves watched for limping deer. A woman in charcoal gray—her suit expensive but not ostentatious—checked her watch, the gesture so subtle it might have been a twitch. The room registered it anyway, a collective awareness that time was being measured. She had mastered the art of presence without performance, of being seen without seeming to seek attention. In the strange economy of office politics, this was a rare and valuable currency. Across the room, a man sat perfectly still. His stillness was different from the frozen anxiety of the others; it was deliberate, practiced, the stillness of someone who had learned that motion often revealed more than it accomplished. He watched the room with eyes that missed nothing and gave away less. When he blinked, it seemed deliberate, as if even this involuntary function had been brought under his control. Outside the windows, the city spread out like a circuit board, connections running between glass towers, power flowing invisibly between nodes of influence. Inside, the air conditioning hummed at the edge of hearing, a white noise that covered the sound of breath, of swallowing, of the small adjustments people made in their seats as they waited. People existed in layers. The surface layer was what they showed in meetings like this—composed, professional, appropriate. Beneath that lay the calculations, the chess moves planned three steps ahead. And deeper still were the private histories that shaped each person’s reactions, the accumulated weight of past failures and successes, the scars and hopes they carried silently beneath their skin. Sometimes the layers bled into each other. Sometimes a crack formed in the careful facade, and something true leaked out—a flash of genuine anger, a moment of unexpected vulnerability, a laugh that wasn’t carefully modulated for the corporate environment. These moments were rare and often missed, except by those who had trained themselves to notice. The quality of attention varied from person to person. Some watched others only for what they could use or avoid. Some watched out of habit, a defensive posture developed through years of professional survival. And some—the rarest kind—watched with a genuine curiosity about the complex interior lives behind the professional masks. In the boardroom, a phone buzzed. The sound cut through the silence like a knife, and twelve pairs of eyes reflexively checked their devices, though only one had received a message. This momentary disruption released something in the room. A man cleared his throat. A woman straightened a stack of papers that was already straight. They were grateful for the small permission to move, to exist a little more fully in their bodies. The door opened. The CEO walked in, followed by two assistants carrying tablets and folders. The atmosphere shifted instantly, everyone sitting straighter, faces arranging themselves into expressions of attentive interest. This, too, was a performance—the showing of appropriate deference, the telegraphing of engagement. “I apologize for the delay,” the CEO said, though he did not sound apologetic. His voice filled the room without being particularly loud. “Shall we begin?” The meeting proceeded as meetings do—information exchanged, points raised and addressed, decisions deferred to future discussions. But beneath the agenda items and action points, other exchanges were taking place. Trust was being assessed. Alliances were forming and dissolving. People were making calculations about one another based on tone of voice, choice of words, micro-expressions that flashed across faces like summer lightning. As the meeting concluded, people gathered their things, breaking into smaller groups, voices suddenly lighter, postures more relaxed. The performance of the boardroom was over; a different, less formal performance began. They laughed at small jokes, made plans for lunch, complained about the traffic or the weather. In this transition space between formal meeting and return to their offices, something unexpected happened. The still man and the woman in charcoal gray both reached for the same door at the same time. Their fingers brushed, and though neither reacted visibly, something passed between them—a moment of mutual recognition, perhaps, or simply an awareness of another human being, solid and real in a world of carefully maintained appearances. They had never spoken. They worked in different departments, moved in different circles within the corporate ecosystem. But in that small moment of contact, each recognized something in the other—a similar quality of attention, perhaps, or a shared understanding of the elaborate theater playing out around them each day. Neither acknowledged it. The woman nodded politely and stepped back. The man opened the door and held it, the gesture neither servile nor condescending, simply practical. They went their separate ways. But something had changed, though neither could have said exactly what. A connection had formed, tenuous as a spider’s thread but present nonetheless. In the vast, impersonal machinery of corporate life, such connections were both rare and essential—small reminders of humanity in places designed to minimize its unpredictable effects. The afternoon sun slanted through the city’s towers, turning the glass to fire. In a thousand offices, a thousand conversations continued. People watched and were watched, spoke and were spoken to, each one carrying their private histories like stones in their pockets, each one hungry for moments of genuine connection in a world built of strategic interactions.
PAGE 1 Panel 1 Wide shot. Early morning. A quiet city street. People walking. Normal. But… something feels slightly off. SFX: distant traffic… slightly delayed Panel 2 Close-up: A pedestrian steps off the curb— Their foot lands a fraction too late. Panel 3 Inside a small apartment. NOA SERIN (19) stands brushing their teeth. Mirror reflection is… slightly misaligned. Panel 4 Noa pauses. NOA (thought): …again?
Setting: A high school with a cold, cinematic atmosphere. Character 1 (Rozen Raiden): 17 years old, black hair, sharp eyes, wearing a neat school uniform. He has a stoic, expressionless face like Ayanokoji and is seen scratching his neck nervously, leaving red marks. Character 2 (Eli Raiden): 12 years old, messy hair, bright and energetic expression, wearing a middle school uniform. Scene: Rozen stands in the shadows of a school hallway, watching Eli laugh with friends from a distance. The art style is detailed Seinen manga with heavy use of shadows and dramatic lighting to show Rozen’s isolation.
Create a short manga story titled “The Last Train Home.” On a rainy night, a tired college student named Riku waits alone at a quiet train station just before midnight. The last train arrives with flickering lights and an eerie silence. Riku boards the nearly empty train and sits by the window, watching rain slide down the glass. Across from him sits a mysterious schoolgirl he doesn’t remember seeing before. She calmly tells him that he shouldn’t be on this train. Confused, Riku asks why, and she replies that this train doesn’t stop for people who still have somewhere to go.
Full page manga splash in black and white. Haruto Takagi, 22-year-old guy with messy black hair and round glasses, sitting alone in a dark messy bedroom at night, intensely coding on his laptop. The laptop screen glows with a cute pixel-art RPG game. Dramatic light beam from the screen lighting his focused tired face. Scattered energy drink cans, clothes, and boxes on the floor. Big bold title at the top: PIXEL NO KOI Subtitle: Level Up with You Bottom left: Chapter 1 - New Game+ Haruto thinking in a speech bubble: 'This time... with this game... I'll level up my own life too.' Clean professional manga style, sharp lines, atmospheric lighting"
"Manga page, black and white ink style. Naoto and Nagatoro are on their first date. Naoto is looking confident and holding Nagatoro's hand. Nagatoro is blushing intensely with a 'tomato face', looking extremely embarrassed but happy. High contrast, screen tones, school setting or city background, Nanashi art style." ## Título do Conto: "O Primeiro Passo (Sem Recuar)"## Quadro 1: A Espera * Cena: Naoto (Senpai) está parado sob um relógio de estação de trem. Ele está sem os óculos (usando lentes) ou com óculos novos, vestindo uma jaqueta jeans sobre uma camiseta branca. Ele olha o celular ansiosamente. * Dica para IA: Manga style, wide shot, Senpai from Nagatoro-san, casual clothes, waiting at a train station, nervous expression, cherry blossom petals in the air, 2D black and white ink. ## Quadro 2: A Chegada "Noodle Arms" * Cena: Nagatoro aparece por trás dele. Ela está com um look "girly" (saia plissada e blusa de ombro caído). Ela faz aquela pose clássica com os braços moles (noodle arms) e uma expressão de deboche, apontando para ele. * Diálogo: "Paaa-re-ce que o Senpai nojento resolveu se esforçar hoje! Que assustador!" * Dica para IA: Nagatoro-san, tan skin, noodle arms pose, teasing smile, cute casual outfit, manga screen tones, expressive background. ## Quadro 3: A Reação Inesperada * Cena: Close-up no rosto do Naoto. Em vez de gaguejar e olhar para o chão, ele olha diretamente nos olhos dela, com um sorriso leve e determinado. * Diálogo: "Eu queria estar bonito para o nosso primeiro encontro, Hayase." (Uso do nome próprio para causar impacto). * Dica para IA: Close-up, Naoto Hachiouji, confident smile, blushing slightly, intense gaze, manga aesthetic, focus on eyes. ## Quadro 4: O Choque do "Tomate" * Cena: Nagatoro "quebra". A provocação some instantaneamente. Ela fica completamente vermelha, com fumaça saindo da cabeça, cobrindo a boca com a mão e desviando o olhar. * Onomatopeia: SHYAAA! (Som de rubor intenso) * Dica para IA: Nagatoro-san, extreme blushing, embarrassed expression, hands covering face, steam coming from head, manga comedy style. ## Quadro 5: O Elo (O Momento do Storyboard) * Cena: Plano detalhe (close-up) das mãos. Naoto estende a mão e a Nagatoro, ainda trêmula e olhando para o lado, entrelaça os dedos nos dele. É um aperto de mão firme, não um toque acidental. * Dica para IA: Close-up on hands, boy and girl holding hands tightly, interlaced fingers, manga line art, emotional atmosphere, focus on the grip. ## Quadro 6: Caminhando Juntos * Cena: Visão de costas dos dois caminhando em direção ao centro da cidade/parque. Nagatoro está com a cabeça levemente encostada no ombro dele, e ele está com uma postura ereta e orgulhosa. * Pensamento do Naoto (balão de pensamento): "O arco da provocação acabou... agora começa o nosso." * Dica para IA: Rear view, couple walking away, holding hands, urban manga background, sunset lighting, cinematic manga panel.
seinen manga, black and white, soft grayscale, cinematic lighting, intimate quiet setting, subtle sensual tension, no explicit content rear view composition from behind a reading chair a woman sitting in a chair wearing a loose blouse, barefoot, relaxed posture, legs resting over the armrests naturally she is holding and reading a small book of poetry, calm and composed, slightly detached expression a man kneeling low between the chair and her, only his upper back and head visible, posture still and focused no explicit action shown, but positioning clearly implies intimacy one of her feet resting lightly against his shoulder or near him, subtle detail soft lighting, quiet atmosphere, high negative space, restrained, poetic
seinen manga, black and white, soft grayscale, cinematic lighting TWO PANEL layout Panel 1: split screen LEFT SIDE: a woman sitting relaxed, barefoot, holding a phone in ONE hand only her other hand is not visible calm expression RIGHT SIDE: a man standing alone, shirt open or disheveled IMPORTANT: - he is holding a phone in ONE hand (visible) - his OTHER hand is placed LOW on the FRONT of his jeans - his arm angle points downward to the front of his body - the hand is PARTIALLY HIDDEN by his torso and camera angle - camera is slightly from the side so the arm position is clear his posture is tense, leaning slightly forward TEXT: “Still like that?” reply: “Worse.” Panel 2: same composition LEFT SIDE: woman placing phone face down, not looking RIGHT SIDE: man now completely still IMPORTANT: - same arm position: one hand holding phone, other hand LOW on front of jeans - shoulders tense, head slightly lowered TEXT: “Not before I say.” “…now.” reply: “Yes.”
un joven de 18 años con una que mediante errores va generando traumas, hasta perder las ganas de interactuar y hablar durante dos 2, apesar de eso mediante su hermana poco a poco va retomando el interactuar, pero siempre precavido,
A young Hawaiian man named Gilli decided to escape his abusive family and travels to Uzbekistan. What seems like an escape quickly turns into his biggest nightmare as he notices strange horses stalk him at night.
Suggested Title: Echo Resonator: The Boy Who Sees the Last Memories (Vol. 1) Description: What if an object's last memory was your own death? Haru Tanaka is a high school student trapped in a world of static and echoes. He possesses a skill that no one else has: by touching any object, he can see the last memory recorded in it. For Haru, the world is nothing more than a collection of other people's moments, a constant noise that has forced him to isolate himself from everyone... except Yuuki, his childhood friend and the only person who seems to leave no trace in his visions. His life changes drastically when he finds his lost cellphone in an abandoned classroom. When he touches it, the vision is not a memory from the past, but an echo of the future: a dark alley, a shadowy figure, a bloody knife, and the clock striking 11:11 PM. In the vision, the victim is Haru himself. Can you change the future if it has already been written as a memory? Join Haru in a frantic race against time in this supernatural psychological thriller. With only a few hours before the clock strikes the designated hour, Haru must use his gift to find out who is chasing him and why, while dealing with the growing mystery of Yuuki and the nature of his own powers.
Astid stood as a giantess was walking around, feeling hiccup inside her stomach squirming. She tells him to settle down, saying she will let him out in the morning
manga style large-headed character design small body of her just smiling and talking, Tank Top, Skirt, Glasses
Webtoon Script - Chapter 1: The First Step Scene 1: The University Entrance Panel 1: * Visual: A wide shot of the grand "Big Hit University" gates. Cherry blossom petals are falling. Busy students in the background. Text (Narration): First day. A sea of strangers and the smell of new beginnings. Panel 2: * Visual: A split-screen close-up of two pairs of feet walking. One pair (Jimin) is bouncing energetically; the other pair (Tae) is stiff, toes dragging slightly. Panel 3: * Visual: Medium shot of Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin is glowing, looking around with a huge smile. Taehyung is slightly hunched, his eyes darting nervously. Their hands are tightly interlocked. Jimin: "Tae! Look at the architecture! It’s even better than the brochure!" Taehyung (Small text): "There are... a lot of people, Chim." Scene 2: Outside the Auditorium Panel 4: * Visual: A massive set of double doors. A crowd of students is filtering in. The scale makes Taehyung look very small. Panel 5: * Visual: Close-up of their joined hands. Taehyung’s knuckles are white from gripping too hard. You can see small "trembling" lines around his hand. Panel 6: * Visual: Jimin stops abruptly and turns to face Taehyung. He places his other hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, forcing eye contact. Jimin’s expression is soft and grounding. Jimin: "Tae-tae, look at me. Don't focus on them, okay? Just focus on my voice." Taehyung: "I’m trying... I promise." Panel 7: * Visual: Close-up of Taehyung’s face. He gives a small, shaky "boxy" smile. Taehyung: "I’ll be okay as long as you're there." Scene 3: Inside the Auditorium Panel 8: * Visual: A bird’s-eye view of the auditorium. It’s huge and dimly lit. Jimin is leading Taehyung down the stairs toward the front row. Jimin (Thinking): If we sit in the front, he won't see the crowd behind him. He’ll only see the stage. Panel 9: * Visual: They sit down. Taehyung immediately grabs Jimin’s arm, leaning his head slightly toward Jimin’s shoulder. Taehyung: "This is better. Thank you, Chim." Jimin (SFX: Heart melt): "Anything for my Tata." (Jimin ruffles Tae’s hair). Scene 4: The Stage (Introduction of the Hyungs) Panel 10: * Visual: The lights dim. A spotlight hits the stage. The Director is speaking, but the camera focuses on the "Important People" standing behind him. Panel 11: * Visual: A low-angle "Power Shot" of Namjoon and Seokjin. * Namjoon looks tall and intellectual in glasses. * Jin looks "World Wide Handsome," leaning back with a confident, slightly playful smirk. Director (Speech bubble from off-screen): "...please welcome your Student President, Kim Namjoon, and Co-President, Kim Seokjin!" Panel 12: * Visual: Close-up of Taehyung, his eyes sparkling with pride. Taehyung: "That’s my hyung! Look at him go!" Jimin: "Namjoon-hyung looks so cool too! They’re such a power couple." Scene 5: Ending the Ceremony Panel 13: * Visual: The crowd starts to disperse. Most students are rushing out, but Jimin and Taehyung stay seated, waiting for the aisle to clear. Panel 14: * Visual: They stand up, arms interlocked. Taehyung looks a bit sad, looking toward the stage where his brother was just standing. Taehyung: "I wanted to say hi... but he’s probably busy." Jimin: "Don't pout! We’ll find him later. We have our first Music Class now! Let's go!" Panel 15 (Cliffhanger): * Visual: A side profile of the two boys walking toward the Music Wing. In the background, blurred out, you see a fast-moving figure in a black hoodie (Yoongi) heading straight toward them. Text (Narration): Little did they know, their quiet morning was about to get a lot more chaotic