I’m in April.

A young man with dark hair and a hooded jacket sits on a rooftop, gazing thoughtfully into the distance as a plume of smoke rises from a cigarette in his hand, set against a sprawling cityscape under a cloudy sky. The scene shifts from a close-up of his face to a wider view of him sitting alone, then to a panoramic shot of the urban environment with an airplane flying overhead, before returning to the man in contemplation.