INT. NICU - NIGHT
Hardik stands in front of a window, peering into things his mind can't grasp. The full weight of the situation not yet fully realized.
There, inside a bubble, a tiny BABY BOY lays incubated, a tangle of tubes and wires shrouding his flesh. Hardik stares confused, trying to understand.
The baby is missing both legs and one arm. The left side of the child's face is covered in a blood soaked bandage. It's horrific.
A robot arm moves inside the bubble, changing the bandage with precise delicate touch. Hardik catches a glimpse of what's under the bandage.
A wave of comprehension washes over him and he is undone.
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
A wiry man, mid-30s, makes his way down the street at a clipped pace. Tattoos, purple hair, ratty black tee. He looks like he lost the war on drugs. This is BANK.
He puffs a small black cylinder, exhaling a cloud of smoke that trails behind him. He bumps his way through foot traffic on a mission.