Kidnapping an Heiress

Here, the music sounds like an alarming report from a newspaper clipping: cult horrors, broken destinies, and the cold echo of the word “kidnapping,” repeated ad nauseam. The rhythm seems to encourage dancing, but instead, a feeling of sticky fear appears, when a smile for the camera is just a mask, and friendship turns into a cage. The atmosphere seems to pull you into a basement where the lights have long been turned off and reality has turned into a feverish nightmare.