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The screen flickers and stabilizes, showing a well-lit conference room. A group of people, dressed in formal suits, sits around a long table. In the center, a laptop projects blurry images on a screen.

A middle-aged woman, with thick-rimmed glasses, leans forward.

"We've analyzed the recovered footage exhaustively. The conclusions are... disturbing."

A gray-haired man slams the table in frustration.

"Disturbing? It's madness! We can't present this to the public."

The camera focuses on a young man with pronounced dark circles, nervously manipulating a pen.

"The forensic analyses don't lie. The footage hasn't been altered."

The tension in the room is palpable. A woman in a dark suit stands up, her voice trembling but firm.

"Gentlemen, we have to consider all possibilities. If Ek Chapat is real..."

"Please!" the gray-haired man interrupts. "A millennial monster with seven heads? It's absurd."

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The camera pans across the room, capturing expressions of doubt, fear, and confusion.

A man with a military appearance clears his throat.

"What about the locals? Their testimonies coincide with..."

"Superstition," the skeptic snaps. "Old wives' tales."

The woman with glasses raises a hand, asking for silence.

"The fact is that six people disappeared. And this footage is the only evidence we have."

The image changes, showing fragments of the original video. Mary screaming. Carlos disappearing. Joseph trembling with fear.

The young man with the pen speaks, his voice barely a whisper.

"What if it's real? What if there's something down there?"

A sepulchral silence falls over the room. The camera focuses on the screen, where the frozen image of seven glowing eyes seems to be watching them.

The woman in the dark suit breaks the silence.

"I propose that we archive the case. For now."

Murmurs of assent and protest fill the air. The camera captures tense faces, exchanged glances.

The military man leans forward.

"And the rescue team?"

Another uncomfortable silence. The woman with glasses adjusts her lenses, avoiding looking directly at the camera.

"We haven't heard from them since they entered the cave."

The image flickers, showing for an instant the entrance of the cave, dark and threatening, before returning to the conference room.

The young man with the pen looks directly at the camera, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination.

"Someone has to go back. Discover the truth."

The screen suddenly goes black. A text appears:

"The original footage and all subsequent investigations remain classified. The fate of the film crew and the rescue team remains unknown."