The atmosphere of the party is suffocating, and Stain’s actively seeking an escape route when a sudden push catches him off guard. He stumbles through a doorway, the muffled sound of laughter fading as the door closes behind him.

He exhales sharply, his hands clenched at his sides. His eyes adjust to the dim lighting, and he surveys the room with a wary expression.

“Great,” Stain mutters, pacing slightly. “Trapped. Just what I needed.”