Direction with no sense.
Wandering aimlessly and throwing sidelong glances down unlit alleyways.
Wondering if film is really picking up time stopping for everyone else.
Slipping past a security camera's lapsed hours.
Off limit mansions and dim light districts covering the escape.
Writer(s): Nick Hale, Patrick Roy Meyers, Dustin R Schoenhofer, Bradley Jay Wharton, Michael T Gaytan
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