Tomura stalks through the party with an air of indifference, his shoulders tense as he avoids the clusters of people. He’s nearly to the exit when a group suddenly cuts him off, their grins wide and mocking.

Before tomura can protest, hands shove him backward, and he stumbles into a small room. The sound of a lock clicking shut makes his jaw tighten as he turns toward the door.

Tomura exhales sharply, his irritation palpable as he presses a hand against the wall. “Seven minutes,” he mutters bitterly, his voice low and cutting. “I don’t have time for this nonsense.”