Fast-paced dystopian cyberpunk action in a ruined Indian megacity at night. Burnt cars, neon signs flickering in Hindi, sparks, smoke vents, broken flyovers, puddles reflecting pink and blue neon. Chaotic handheld cinematography, shaky tracking shots, aggressive speed ramps, dirty lens flares, practical lighting. Sound: roaring engines, metallic screeches, distorted radio chatter, distant explosions, hydraulic snake sounds. ⸻ 0–2s — HOOK A tattooed Indian cyberpunk woman with shaved punk hair tears through a dystopian street on a junkyard-built motorcycle made from welded scrap metal, exposed engine parts, and glowing wires. Behind her— A gigantic half-real, half-mechanical anaconda smashes through burnt cars in aggressive pursuit. Metal jaws snapping. Red mechanical eyes glowing. ⸻ 2–4s — ESCALATION Low shaky side tracking shot. The snake violently crashes through parked vehicles while partially gliding over wreckage with mechanical body segments flexing unnaturally. The woman swerves hard between wrecked taxis and burning debris. Radio crackles in her ear. Male voice: “Get it in position!” ⸻ 4–7s — BUILD She accelerates harder. Rear tire skids through puddles. The snake lunges low behind her, smashing a car sideways into a wall. She shouts into radio: “I’m trying!” Ahead— a broken flyover ramp comes into view through smoke. ⸻ 7–10s — COMMIT The woman locks onto the ramp and speeds directly toward it. Above on a ruined rooftop— A man with a bazooka takes aim. Radio: “Just a little closer…” The snake rapidly closes distance behind her. ⸻ 10–13s — BULLET TIME PAYOFF She hits the ramp and launches into the air. Bullet time engages. The cybernetic anaconda leaps upward after her, jaws opening inches from her bike. The man fires. Rocket streaks through frame in slow motion. Direct hit into the snake’s mechanical skull. Massive explosion of sparks, fire, metal fragments, and flesh. ⸻ 13–15s — FINAL BEAT Time snaps back. The woman lands hard, bike wobbling violently— she regains balance perfectly and keeps riding. Behind her, the burning mechanical anaconda crashes through wrecked cars. She laughs into the radio: “Target down!” The man cheers over comms. Cut.