The glowing neon sign outside Leo’s studio buzzed at 3:00 AM. Inside, the only light came from his dual monitors, reflecting off a half-empty mug of cold coffee.
Leo was a freelance 3D weapon artist, and he was currently staring at a bland, metallic sci-fi rifle on his screen. It looked technically perfect, but it lacked soul. It needed character. It needed dirt, grime, and a story. 💡
He added tally marks scratching through a neon hazard warning.
