You regret coming to the warehouse, or at least not leaving earlier with your friends. You hoped to watch the finalists, but now you're trapped.

"C'mon, just give me your number, sweet thing," he says, getting closer to you. Your back meets the wall. He suddenly collapses due to a blow to the jaw. As your savior stands in front of you, your scream is muted.

The pink-haired man hisses, "She said no, moron." Your eyes enlarge when you see Ronan, the winner, when he turns around. "You good?"