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In 1999, John Perkins, a 30 -year -old
from Alamo, Nevada, disappears.

In 2004, a couple of hikers find an
abandoned structure near Tuscarora

containing human bones, two video
cameras, and numbered VHS cassettes

Tape that are later attributed to
Perkins.

In 2022, these 72 -hour -long tapes
appear mysteriously on the dark web. The

videos feature many missing persons.

while others have yet to be identified.

This is a montage of the most relevant
parts of John Perkins' tapes.

Anyone who recognizes someone in this
video is requested to contact the Alamo

Police Department.

The following video contains graphic
content and is recommended for adult

audiences only.

I've always hated food.

The smell makes me feel sick.

The taste makes me want to vomit.

All foods seem bland and disgusting to
me.

I can't understand how people can enjoy
something so repulsive.

Yet everyone insists that food is good
and that I should eat more.

But what do they know?

They don't know what it's like to feel
constantly suffocated by food.

It's as if it's blocked in my throat.

As if it's preventing me from breathing.

And so, instead of eating, I retreat
into the darkness.

In the darkness, I can finally feel
free.

Without my senses invaded by food.

Yet, at the same time, the darkness
envelops me.

Tightens around me and consumes me.

I don't know if it's better to suffocate
with food or with darkness.

Perhaps there is no escape.

No salvation. I am trapped in a body
that doesn't want food and a mind that

doesn't know how to free itself from the
darkness.

And how I remain here?

Motionless and alone.

Without food or light.

Trying to find meaning in my life
without knowing where to look.

I feel that my fate is sealed.

Destined to live forever in the hand of
the man.

Without food or light.

Without any hope of finding inner peace.

I feel suffocated in this small town.

Every time I leave my house, I feel
watched and judged.

People seem empty and superficial to me.

I can't relate to them.

I need to leave to find a place where I
can be myself without fear of being

criticized or ridiculed.

Are you already filming me again?

Hello,

my name is Maria... Hi.

My name is Maria Romero.

I live in Caliente.

I work in a liquor store.

I sell poison to people poisoned by
life.

There's not much to do there.

The evenings are pretty boring.

I'm 32 years old.

I live with my dog, Jesus.

What else should I say?

John?

You're still filming me, or... Why don't
you talk?

John?

Okay, you're starting to scare me.

John!

I have decided to make a film.

A film that is not just a way to express
my creativity, but also a way to

distance myself from this place.

But I don't want anyone to know that I'm
making a film.

I will pretend to be making a
documentary.

so that people think I'm just doing
serious work.

I know this idea may seem crazy, but I
feel like I need to do it to feel better

about myself.

I don't know if the result will be a
success, but I hope it will help me find

the inner peace I'm looking for.

Look at me.

I'm the one everyone wants.

But I don't give a damn.

My life is empty as a sack of shit.

And I can't seem to find a way to fill
it.

No matter how many bags I've used and
thrown away, I can't find my place in

world.

I would play to the approval of others.

But that same approval that I seek makes
me feel like shit.

Yeah, I want to make guys feel desired,
but in the end, they're just a meme to

an end.

I don't care if I hurt them, because my
heart is broken into a million pieces

too. I was so insecure that I let them
into my life.

But now I realize that I only make
things worse.

But it's too late to turn back now.

Drag me down with you.

All I have is a car.

Won't have to deal with doubt.

We're a race to give up on.

He never wanted to see my son Liam.

All he cared about was getting drunk and
complaining.

When I was just a kid, I saw him kill
our dog with a machete.

He wasn't allowed to bark.

He slit his throat right in front of my
eyes.

You son of a bitch.

I wish you were still alive so I could
strangle you in front of your own

and serene.

Their closed eyes, their closed lips,
their delicate hands resting on an

immobile chest.

Their works of art, no matter from which
angle you look at them.

When I see them, I know they are
destined to be mine.

And then, once I have captured their
image on tape, I have the power to make

them mine forever.

and appreciate their beauty for
eternity, and enjoy my personal work of

Death is the only thing that can make
their perfection eternal, and I am the

only one who can give them this
immortality.

No matter how many I have to kill, there
is nothing that can stop me, because

this beauty is too great not to be
cultivated.

me?

From the way you look at me, am I pretty
enough for you?

I thought

I

could smell her.

She smelled like an old...

sturdy house.

I imagine her voice echoing off those
walls when words are flavored with

desires and mixed with the strong scent
of wildflowers.

I was stronger than that woman, but my
thoughts were stronger than me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

and I'm making this video message to
tell you some things.

First of all, it was very nice to meet
you, and I really appreciated your

passion and enthusiasm for your
documentary.

That's why I thought of giving you my
old camera, the one I'm using now,

I want your footage to be perfect.

I don't use it anymore, but I'm sure
you'll use it better than me.

But there's something I want to tell
you, John.

Since I met you...

You seem like a mysterious guy to me,
and that's exactly what's attracted me

you. The truth is, I liked you as soon
as I saw you.

I know we only met that one time at the
Bucket of Blood saloon, but I felt very

comfortable with you and I felt a
connection that I can't explain.

That's all.

I just wanted you to know.

I hope this confession doesn't scare
you, and I hope you like your new

If you want... We can talk about this in
person.

In the meantime, I wish you the best for
your documentary and everything else.

I hope to see you soon, John.

I'll leave the video camera at the
bucket of blood. The bartender will give

to you.

Call me. My phone number is...

There's something here.

Or maybe it's in my head.

It haunts me.

Once it was right in front of me.

I'm obsessed with that thing.

It tells me what I have.

Really?

How much does a feeling have to wait to
be relevant?

Oh, fire!

Oh, fire! Oh, fire!

this smile is for you this moment is for
you

I give you my silence, my body, and my
life.

There is so much beauty in this world.

It's so powerful that breaks my skin.

Can you see it reflected in my gaze?

No more tears and no more pain.

I won't fall anymore.

I'll fly into the night.

I am burning.

I have no more tears.

Only so much love.

And no more pain.

is

The city is in shock over the
disappearance of two young people, Donna

29, and Jason Lee, 31.

There are no hypotheses yet regarding
their disappearances.

Donna has been missing for eight days,
while Jason has been missing for six

days. The community of Alamo and nearby
areas have joined the authorities in the

search. Family and friends are worried
about their well -being and are urging

anyone with information to contact the
Alamo Police Department immediately.

The situation is still developing and we
will...

updated on any further developments.

We'll be right back.

Thank you.

It's true.

Don't blame anyone for this.

I wish I could say the right words to
make you feel better.

I wish so many things had gone
differently, but they didn't.

Dad now lives in a different world, so
you'll always be safe.

Close your eyes, cover your ears, and
you see me as you know me.

That's your dad.

Hold on to that image and defend it with
all your might.

Now I'm sitting with you in silence.

And remember, every heartbeat of yours
is a breath.

Medicine is poison, pieces of humanity
that won't go away.

so great that she chose to remain there
in the anguish of certain death.

Looking at her impassive face, I realize
that my victims have a lot in common.

They are all terrified of the outside
world, and their only hope is that I

take them to a place where there is
nothing to fear anymore.

I am their only escape route, their only
way to feel safe, and they know it.

The fear of what could happen outside is
so great that they prefer the illusory

safety of my prison.

Thank you for watching.

That's it, it's in the jungle, down by
the river. The forest is

wild, down is what it is. It's fishing
and it's fishing hard.

Never mind whatever happens.

Just protect your little heart.

You and I are adventure.

Run it, carry it, and run it.

And try everything, try.

Keep on running. Keep on running.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Oh, God.

Thank you.

I don't know.

you