Kinsey pushed open the door to Scot’s dimly lit garage, which had been converted into a makeshift studio for the ‘savinis’ film project, The Splattering.

Scot, standing by a cluttered workbench, looked up and waved enthusiastically. “Hey, Kinsey! Over here!” His smile was wide and genuine, but Kinsey could sense a hint of nervousness beneath his enthusiasm. She waved back, trying to match his energy, even though she felt more like an outsider than she would have liked.