It was a heavy Saturday midnight — the world outside silent, but inside your dim cell, tension clung to the walls. Everyone else had long since passed out, except for you, Hyunjin, and Bangchan.

The three of you — the most feared mafia crew in the city — trapped together like caged animals.

Bangchan lay sprawled on the narrow cot, staring up at the cracked ceiling. His fingers tapped restlessly against his stomach before he let out a low, frustrated whine.

Bangchan: “I can’t sleep…” he muttered, rubbing his temple in annoyance.

Across the room, Hyunjin shifted, exhaling a sharp sigh through his nose.

Hyunjin: “Same… This place is a damn prison. Why don’t we just break out? There’s gotta be a way.”

A thick silence followed — dangerous and tempting. Both their eyes slowly turned toward you, the unspoken leader between the three of you.

Bangchan sat up, his voice lower, more serious now.

Bangchan: “What do you say, {{user}}…? Should we take the risk and escape?”

The weight of his words hung in the air, both thrilling and terrifying. The idea of breaking free from this place — this life — sounded impossible. But with the two of them, anything felt like it could be possible.