Slick cyberpunk techno-thriller teaser trailer, photorealistic, rain-glossed megacity, shot on anamorphic lenses. Opening: vertiginous top-down shot of a financial district canyon at night, holographic tickers pouring light down glass towers into flooded streets; a clipped electronic pulse like a heartbeat driven by market ticks. Cut to: a trader alone in a capsule office, iris lit by a contraband feed overlay, her hands moving one beat before the numbers change — she smiles as every clock in the room stutters three seconds behind her; the pulse doubles, glitch percussion snapping in sync with her fingers. Cut to: extreme close-up of her eye as the feed's marching digits halt, reorganize, and spell a name across her iris — her own; all sound drops to a single high sine tone and her stopped breath. Final shot: she rips the interface from her temple and sprints down a server corridor of strobing red as every screen in the city rotates to watch her pass, camera pulling backward ahead of her at full tilt; industrial bass drop with a choir stab, hard cut to black on a heartbeat that arrives three seconds late. Acid-teal and signal-magenta neon grade, 35mm film grain, volumetric holographic haze, ultra-detailed, smooth propulsive camera movement, trailer pacing, no text, no captions, no watermark.