Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright — a lean, ambiguous human silhouette representing the unknown voice on the radio, centered on a deserted night highway shoulder. A man of indeterminate age, roughly forties, gaunt weathered face half-swallowed by shadow, pale grey skin, deep-set tired eyes, hollow cheeks, short dark hair flecked with grey, two-day stubble. He wears a worn dark-grey trucker's jacket over a faded flannel shirt, loose canvas trousers, and scuffed heavy leather work shoes caked with roadside mud. One hand grips an old black handheld CB radio raised near his jaw, the other hangs loose. His posture is still and watchful, lips slightly parted as if mid-transmission, expression unreadable and faintly knowing. Behind him stretches cracked asphalt, dark treeline, faint fog and the cold glow of distant headlights.
