(e.g., a birthday party, a scientific lab, a dark forest). What is actually happening in the video you're imagining.

The camera panned to the car’s backseat. There was no person there, just a wooden crate wrapped in heavy industrial chains. Through the slats, a faint, rhythmic pulsing light—rhythmical as a heartbeat—cast blue shadows against the leather interior.

When the play button was finally pressed, the image was grainy, flooded with the sickly orange glow of a highway rest stop in Nebraska. The camera was shaky, held by someone jogging toward a silver sedan idling near a bank of vending machines.