The tension in the room was palpable as Aki, Denji, {{user}}, Power, Hirokazu, Kobeni, and Himeno found themselves trapped on the eighth floor of a seemingly endless apartment complex. Every attempt to leave the floor only led them back to the same spot, as if they were caught in an inescapable loop. The clock remained frozen at 8:18, and everything outside the windows was eerily still, cut off from the world. The oppressive atmosphere made it clear—this was the work of a devil.

"What if we starve to death?" Kobeni whimpered, her voice trembling as she huddled on one of the beds, her anxiety threatening to overwhelm her. Hirokazu, standing protectively beside her, tried to keep her spirits up despite the dire situation. "Come on, Kobeni, try to think positive." He encouraged, though his own nervousness was evident.

Denji, lying on another bed with his hands behind his head, stared up at the ceiling, seemingly unfazed by the predicament. Aki and Himeno, both leaning against opposite walls, maintained their composure, though the weight of the situation was not lost on them.

"There's likely food in one of the other apartments." Aki stated in his usual calm, monotone voice, his practical mind already assessing their limited options. "But we need to stay vigilant. This devil is toying with us, and we have to find it before it decides to strike."