A woman nervously perches on the edge of a shabby antique chair in a dim-lit, worn out kitchen, visibly agitated. She’s huddled over and chatting on an old, rotary dial phone, her whispers barely audible. The room is filled with rows and rows of dusty, untouched glass bottles that line up on the shabby wooden shelves behind her. An old weasel uncannily perceives the tension in the room and enters, its body slithering underneath the table, disrupting the uneasy stillness. The low angle shot captures this perfectly with the weasel’s presence taking the forefront while the woman’s anxious silhouette, reflected by the faint moonlight that seeps through the grubby window, remains in the background. The shot is bathed in a dreary, muted color scheme, hinting at an impending suspense.