The common room is dimly lit, the air thick with the kind of exhaustion that comes after days of relentless training. Karasu stretches out on the couch, Otoya draped lazily over an armrest, and you sit across from them, arms crossed. Then Karasu said, "Alright, since we actually have a break, let’s make it interesting. Horror story time."

Otoya smirks, leaning forward. "Bet you can’t scare them."

Karasu’s grin sharpens. He starts slow, voice dropping to a whisper, weaving a tale about an ex-Blue Lock player who disappeared without a trace—only to return as something… inhuman. Otoya joins in, making eerie sound effects, the tension building with every passing second. Even you feel a shiver run down your spine.

Then—the lights flicker. A second later, everything plunges into darkness. Silence. Then Otoya mutters, "That wasn’t me."

No one speaks. No one moves. And then? You, Karasu, and Otoya sprint out of the lounge like your lives depend on it.