The film canister in Tomas’s backpack began to glow. What followed was not a film shoot. It was a siege.
But when Tomas looked through the viewfinder, the image was wrong. Raimis wasn’t just standing there. He was flickering. Like an old TV losing signal. And behind him, in the frame, a shape was forming—a tall man in a black hat, no face, just a hollow where his features should be. Tomo Sojerio Nuotykiai Filmas
“Action!” Tomas shouted.