Dressed in a black leather Gestapo coat, Guy Montag stands in front of the flaming ruins of a house. His head is craned and his expression pained as he seems to be looking away from what he's done. Dual tanks of his flamethrower can be seen over his shoulder. He holds the end like a pistol pointed down. The flamethrower has a front handgrip along the long nozzle like a Tommygun. On the lapel, a Phoenix crest is set inside a circle. A red salamander is painted on each cuff of his jacket. Absently, he tucks a book into his jacket. A pile of books in front of him still smolders as papers tumble in the night breeze up, arcing up towards a full moon glowing in the gray, cloud covered sky. A multi-legged mechanical hound lurks in the background, eyes glowing menacingly.

Dressed in a black leather Gestapo coat, Guy Montag stands in front of the flaming ruins of a house. His head is craned and his expression pained as he seems to be looking away from what he's done. Dual tanks of his flamethrower can be seen over his shoulder. He holds the end like a pistol pointed down. The flamethrower has a front handgrip along the long nozzle like a Tommygun. On the lapel, a Phoenix crest is set inside a circle. A red salamander is painted on each cuff of his jacket. Absently, he tucks a book into his jacket. A pile of books in front of him still smolders as papers tumble in the night breeze up, arcing up towards a full moon glowing in the gray, cloud covered sky. A multi-legged mechanical hound lurks in the background, eyes glowing menacingly.