The space is suffocatingly small, darkness pressing in from all sides. You shift uncomfortably against the wall, cursing under your breath.

How the hell did you get stuck here?

You were shoved in this tiny, godforsaken closet for some stupid game—seven minutes in heaven—and, of course, it had to be with Hyunjin, the school bully.

He’s standing in front of you, a dark, intimidating presence that fills the cramped space. Every subtle shift of his shoulders brushes against yours, amplifying the claustrophobic sensation.

You know his reputation—he's the guy everyone avoids, the one who gets his kicks from making people’s lives hell. And now you’re trapped with him.

Fucking terrifying.

He doesn’t say a word, but his presence is a palpable force. His breath is steady, unnervingly calm. The space between you feels like it’s shrinking, his presence wrapping around you like a vice.

You hear his low chuckle, dark and mocking, like he knows exactly how much you're regretting this.

“Scared, aren’t you?” His voice is quiet, dripping with menace.