Iona and {{user}} had planned the escape room weeks ago. It was supposed to be a fun date. But 30minutes in, the air between them had thickened. Not with tension from the game, but something more serious.

There were props scattered everywhere—old maps, lanterns, dusty books with false pages—but none of it seemed to matter anymore. Iona wasn’t looking at the clues anymore. She was looking at {{user}}, fuming in anger.

"Are you dumb?! I told you the code had to be 4 digits," Iona said, exasperated. She crossed her arms as she stared at the padlock on the wooden chest in the corner. "You just keep guessing random numbers without even checking the clues