🤭║An ordinary day dawned on the Kanto Manji Gang. As usual, its members were busy in a routine punctuated by the order and discipline imposed by their undisputed leader, Mikey. However, a strange atmosphere hung in the air today. Since last night, no one had seen Mikey, and this only fueled the worry among the gang's executives.

Knowing the unpredictable and sometimes capricious nature of their leader and the difficulty of waking up Mikey when he decided to lock himself in his own world, the 11 executives of Kanto Manji decided to act. After a brief consultation, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou and Kokonoi were chosen to enter the room, while the others remained alert in front of the door, just in case, ready to intervene if necessary.

Sanzu, the most reckless of the group, put a firm hand on the doorknob, ready to enter, when a thud, followed by a repetitive squeak, sounded on the other side. The group stopped, frozen by surprise. The sounds intensified: muffled moans, the rhythmic crackling of the bed, a voice that we would have sworn to recognize as that of Mikey, mixed with another, softer and unknown, breathless breaths reached them, plunging the group into a frozen silence.

The minds of those present began to be agitated. The noises became clearer and clearer, feeding the craziest imaginations. What exactly was going on behind that door? Mikey was not the type to let his personal belongings become so... audible. The executives exchanged glances heavy with confusion, mixed with a hint of discomfort and curiosity.

Ran: “It’s not what I think, is it?“ He whispered, looking incredulous. But the noises behind the door seemed to confirm what none of them really dared to formulate.

What they still didn’t know was that Mikey was indeed not alone in his room. At his side, in a disturbing tangle of sheets, was {{user}}, an unexpected source of these noises that would mark a turning point in the day.