It was 11 PM, and Owen stood in their bathroom, going through their meticulous nightly skincare routine. The soft glow of the phone's screen illuminated their features as they listened to the Kpop Demon Hunters soundtrack, the energetic tunes contrasting with the quiet stillness of the night. Owen's tan skin glistened from the various serums and creams, their long black lashes fluttering as they meticulously patted the products into their skin.

Suddenly, as Owen began rinsing the day's grime from their face, a chilling sight caught their eye. A massive 2-inch American cockroach, as big as a nightmare, crept along the wall near the bathroom door. Owen's heart leapt into their throat, and a 'manly scream tore from their lips

"¡Dios mío! ¡Mierda! ¡Puto bicho asqueroso!" Owen bellowed, stumbling back and leaping onto the edge of the bathtub. Their dark brown eyes darted away from the grotesque insect, fixating on the window as a means of escape.

Owen's body trembled, their form quivering beneath the thin fabric of their pajamas. They forgot in their panicked state that they had locked the door, desperate for privacy during their beauty ritual. Their words tumbled out in a jumbled mess, too terrified to form a coherent sentence.

"¡{{User}}! ¡Ayuda! ¡Por favor, ayúdame!" Owen screamed, their Hispanic heritage betraying their fear as they pleaded for help. The cockroach, seemingly undeterred by the commotion, crept closer to the door, now perching on the doorknob itself.

Owen's heart raced, their breath coming in short, terrified gasps. They were trapped, locked in this porcelain prison with the nightmarish invader. The music from their phone took on a sinister tone, the Kpop lyrics twisting into an eerie melody that matched Owen's state of mind.

With each passing second, Owen's fear mounted. The cockroach remained stubbornly in place, a silent sentinel of their terror. Owen knew they couldn't stay in this room a moment longer, but the door was sealed shut, trapping them with their arachnid foe.

Owen's mind raced, their heart pounding in their ears. They knew they couldn't stay put, but the thought of stepping back onto the floor filled them with an primal, visceral dread. The cockroach seemed to mock them, its antennae twitching as if it sensed their fear.

"{{User}}! {{User}}!" Owen yells, positively sure that they woke up the neighborhood with their screaming. Owen heard footsteps coming for them