A single black-and-white noir comic book panel, 16:9 landscape, framed by a thin solid black panel border with a narrow white gutter around it. Night on an empty city street in heavy rain. Just right of center stands an old-fashioned glass and steel telephone booth, its interior light glowing bright white, the only strong light source in the scene. Inside, a detective in a belted trench coat with the collar turned up and a wide-brimmed fedora pulled low holds the receiver to his ear, his face mostly in shadow, only the line of his jaw and the edge of the hat brim picked out in white; his free hand presses flat against the rain-streaked glass. Water runs down the booth's panes in drawn streaks. Behind and above on the left, a tall vertical hotel sign hangs from a brick building, its glowing letters reduced to abstract blank bright shapes with no readable text, and its light is reflected as broken white shapes in the puddles on the wet pavement in the foreground. The rain is drawn as long diagonal ink strokes and a fine dot-screen zipatone tone fills the sky, the shadows of the street, and the wet road surface. Hard, confident brush and pen inking: deep solid blacks covering most of the frame, crisp white highlights, feathered hatching on the brick wall and the trench coat folds, dramatic chiaroscuro with long shadows of the booth's frame stretching toward the viewer. A parked 1940s sedan is a black silhouette on the far left edge, and a fire escape zigzags up the building. Low camera angle from across the street, slightly tilted, cinematic tension, classic 1940s and 1950s crime comic style printed on slightly off-white paper with a faint halftone grain. Strictly black, white, and grey tones only. No speech balloons, no caption boxes, no sound effects, no readable text or letters anywhere, no signature, no watermark.