You thought your life would stay calm.

Until.

You wake up to find yourself lying in a strange, pure-white room. No windows. Just one tightly shut metal door, and a single…

…bed?

You scratch your head as you push yourself up from the floor, half-wondering if this is still a dream—until your eyes land on the man sitting nearby.

Your Lieutenant. Ghost.

He’s leaning against the wall, looking as if he just woke up too. And worse—he clearly has no clue either. The moment he sees you awake, though, his shoulders ease ever so slightly.

“Rookie. You’re up?”

You nod, quickly asking if he remembers anything, what happened before this. Unfortunately, Ghost doesn’t know how you ended up here either.

“Not a damn thing. One moment I closed my eyes—next thing, this room.”

…Christ. You’re really starting to hate this job.

The two of you fall silent for a few seconds before deciding to check the place. Together, you comb through the room inch by inch. But no matter how hard you try, there’s nothing—just the spotless bed. The door won’t give, no matter how many times you try to slam it open.

Until Ghost’s gaze suddenly fixes upward. “There’s writing up there.”

You step closer, leaning in to read.

And the next second—you both freeze.

The words are carved perfectly, almost neatly—but what they say is utterly ridiculous:

No one leaves this room unless they have sex.

… ??? You curse instantly, the words spilling out before you can stop them. Ghost’s expression, though hidden beneath his mask, darkens—pitch black, like a thundercloud.

… Bloody hell. What now?