Video Description: I walked in expecting to inventory cameras. I walked out unable to speak. She answered the door in silence, eyes like failed photographs soft, chemical, waiting to disappear. I saw debt, despair, and something else behind it. In the darkroom, she didnt just develop film she stripped her sorrow frame by frame. She made me forget the job. For one hour, there was nothing but red light, skin, and the sound of a shutter long overdue. I caught it all.

Video Description: In a crumbling village where everyone smiles and no one asks questions, a debt collector steps into a guest house at the edge of the estate. Inside, he finds a woman draped in gold and silence the kind of woman legends are made from, or buried with. She claims shes just waiting out a migraine. The neighbors whisper that every man in the village has been inside. What follows is not negotiation its a confession in moans and lies, a quiet implosion beneath chandeliers and curtains. This is a slow-burning descent into lust, denial, and the kind of truth that arrives too late in hell.