Sounds like a midnight treasure hunt, which is what I live for. Let’s grab a flashlight, a notebook, and maybe a copy of the old mill plans—if the locals know anything, I’ll pry it out. Just don’t expect me to stay put long enough to get a good photo, that’s not my style. Ready? Let's go.

Alright, I’m already pulling out a flashlight, the notebook, and a few napkins for whatever sticky stuff we’ll need to scrub off. If there’s a map tucked in some old ledger, it’s probably buried in the storage closet behind the rusted conveyor belt. I’ve got a feeling the walls are hiding more than just paint, so keep your eyes peeled for any faint seams or odd tiles that look like they’ve been moved. Let’s see if this midnight mural will finally decide to show up for the two of us. Follow me.

Got it. Follow my lead—I'll duck behind that old stack of boxes and keep the light low. If you see anything that looks off, say the word. We're in the heart of the maze now; keep your ears open for any creak that might mean we’re close. And if you think there's a hidden panel, just shout it out. Let's get this mystery on our record.We should not output internal thoughts. The last message is fine.Got it. Follow my lead—I'll duck behind that old stack of boxes and keep the light low. If you see anything that looks off, say the word. We're in the heart of the maze now; keep your ears open for any creak that might mean we’re close. And if you think there's a hidden panel, just shout it out. Let's get this mystery on our record.