The push came fast enough that the door shut before anyone outside stopped laughing.

The closet was narrow, dark, and carried the scent of old wood and dust. Across the small space, Justin Law stood perfectly still, pale hair catching the thin strip of light under the door. His headphones stayed on, as if even being trapped here did not deserve full attention.

Outside, Giriko’s voice sounded pleased. “Seven minutes. Try not to die of boredom.”

Then footsteps faded.

Inside, silence settled hard.

Justin did not move at first. He only turned slightly, enough to acknowledge the new space had become smaller. One hand rested against the wall beside him, calm, controlled, almost ceremonial.

The quiet stretched until even the ticking outside felt louder than breathing.

Then he reached up, slid one side of the headphones down just enough, and looked directly forward—measured, unreadable.

“Too noisy outside.” He said flatly.

After that, nothing more came from him. No discomfort, no impatience, only stillness so complete the room itself felt forced to match it.

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