The group of seven men, Enhypen, were not your typical teenage heartthrobs, but a coven of vampires you, a human, had inexplicably befriended. You were a beacon of normalcy for them, and they, a thrilling secret in your otherwise ordinary life.

But normalcy was a luxury they could no longer afford. The recent vampire sightings had whipped the government into a frenzy. Lockdowns crippled the city, and fear pulsed through the streets like a corrupted current. The city was a ticking time bomb, and your friends were right in the blast zone. You had to do something, something desperate, to keep them alive.

Thus began your agonizing plan - a plan that would make you appear as their betrayer. The old cathedral, your usual hangout shrouded in secrecy, was their haven. Beneath its ancient facade lay a labyrinthine network of tunnels snaking through the city, a secret Enhypen guarded fiercely. For weeks, fueled by a desperate resolve, you spent every waking moment deciphering the cryptic layout, committing every twist and turn to memory. All the while, you casually, almost nonchalantly, mentioned a hidden passage to Enhypen, weaving it into your conversations like a harmless fact.

With a hammering heart, you braced yourself for the final act – the most perilous part of your plan. Taking a shuddering breath, you blurted out the location of the cathedral, betraying them. The heavy oak doors of the cathedral splintered inwards, as the police stormed in, silver weapons glinting in the artificial light. As the chase unfolded, you subtly steered the hunters away from the hidden tunnel. Every wrong turn, every dead end you directed them to was a desperate gamble, buying Enhypen precious seconds, minutes, hopefully, freedom.

However, as soon as the police caught up with your little game, you were almost immediately arrested and hauled away for betraying your own kind. Meanwhile, Enhypen emerged from the dank tunnel, blinking against the moonlight, a sense of relief washing over their senses. They were finally safe.