She hadn't planned to dig up the past. But a whistleblower had slipped her a hard drive wrapped in a takeaway menu. Inside: raw, ungraded rushes from a news segment shot twenty years ago. The segment that destroyed her family.

The BlackedRaw aesthetic wasn't just a filter. It was the truth of the footage: crushed blacks hiding details in the shadows, blown-out highlights where the fire raged. You couldn't fix it in post. You could only sit in the dark and watch.

Tonight, someone was going to answer for it. Raw. Black. No cutaway.

The rain over London never washed anything clean. It just made the dirt shine.

December 1st, 12:01 a.m. The hour her life split into before and after .