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Salido in Spanish can either mean to Leave or to find an exit. Or it can be slang for a "Horny male". Either way, both definitions collide for Tomas Chacon, who at nearly forty is getting burnt out from his life asa private underground erotic dancer. Though the money is good and the women plentiful, he also deals with the loneliness that comes with his lifestyle. As he rips off each layer of clothing, Tomas tries to forget. As me makes each of the ladies at the private house parties caress every inch of his nearly naked body, he thinks about the future and what his goals are. He looks like he's enjoyimg every moment, but internally he's just thinking about the day when he will be able to hang up his thong indefinitely. Tomas got into erotic dancing to pay for law school thinking that this would be a temporary means to his goal of passing the Bar. But much to his chagrin, he's taken and failed three times. He's preparing to take it once more with hopes he will pass but there is no guarantee, as he is trying to balance the many obstacles in his life. On top of his hustle, he must also deal with his very conservative Mexica family's disapproval of his lifestyle and his baby's mother, Karlas drama. Luckily his best friend and co-workers help him relax weekly as they bond over their crazy work antics and stories with too many drinks and food from their favorite taco truck. When he meets a fellow dancer, London, she opens his eyes up to not only love, but what a future could look like once he officially makes his exit. But it will not come easy as the money he receives from the private parties he works, and with the allure of being a lawyer gets further into the distance, can his motivations stay solid.*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

Late at night, the hospital fades from the bustle of daytime -- only the faint glow of the overhead lights in the corridors flickers through the darkness, wrapped in a piercing silence. Ella, a 20-year-old Western female nurse, stands alone in the monitoring room, wearing a crisp white nurse's uniform. Her fingers glide across the screen as she conducts her routine check of the real-time feeds from each ward. Her gaze flicks to the empty ward, and suddenly, she freezes. The room has long since been emptied -- but on the monitor, a blurry dark figure is moving slowly. She frowns, zooms in on the screen, and stares intently; the figure gradually becomes clearer: it is hunched over, pacing back and forth around the hospital bed in the center of the ward, the hem of its dress brushing faintly against the edge of the bed. The sight is unsettling enough to send a chill through her. "That can't be..." Ella murmurs under her breath, clenching the flashlight in her hand. She decides to investigate the empty ward in person. Pushing open the monitoring room door, a cold gust of air hits her face. Her footsteps echo as she walks through the dim corridors, each step landing like a beat against the silence. She pushes the empty ward's door open gently -- inside, the room is bare, filled only with the smell of disinfectant. The hospital bed is neatly made as always, and there is no sign of anyone hiding in the corners. made as always, and there is no sign of anyone hiding in the corners. Just as she lets out a breath of relief and turns to leave, a sharp squeak suddenly cuts through the silence -- the door behind her slams shut by itself! Ella's heart lurches. She scrambles to yank the door handle, but no matter how hard she pulls, the door won't budge an inch, as if welded shut. "person" wearing an identical white nurse's uniform -- with a side profile identical to Ella's -- sits in Ella's former seat. Her finger glides slowly over the monitor showing the empty ward, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

Late at night, the rain poured down relentlessly. Susanna, a 30-year-old beauty of Asian descent, dressed in a striking green slip dress with her long hair neatly up in a bun, accepted an invitation from her good friend Lina to attend a party. She stepped into an ancient castle steeped in the dense, old-world atmosphere of the Victorian era--yet what awaited her was far from an ordinary gathering. Before fully settling into the party, Susanna stepped away to touch up her makeup in the restroom. But when she returned to the main hall, the scene before her froze her to the spot: in the center of the party, a werewolf clad in a white wedding dress stood prominently, surrounded by several other werewolves dressed in formal suits. A bizarre, menacing aura hung heavy in the air. In the next instant, the white-wedding werewolf snapped its head around, locking eyes directly on Susanna -- and a creepy, unsettling smile curled at the corner of its mouth. Terror surged through Susanna. She spun around and fled in a blind panic. In her desperate rush, she stumbled into a display room -- and what she saw there chilled her to the core. The glass cabinets were lined with countless items, each one belonging to a previous victim who had been tricked into coming to the castle. Then her gaze fell on an empty glass cabinet, and her blood ran cold: the nameplate on it clearly read Susanna. She finally realized -- she was the werewolves' next offering for their dark ritual. Driven by instinct to survive, she kept running, only to back into a corner. She grabbed the door handle, yanking with all her strength, but the door wouldn't budge an inch. Behind her, the sound of the white-wedding werewolf's footsteps grew louder and closer. In the end, it pounced fiercely on the helpless Susanna. This ancient Victorian castle was never a venue for parties -- it was a horrifying trap, where werewolves lured humans one by one to fulfill their grim, bloodthirsty offering.*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest