Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"It won't hold, Keho."

Yes, it is. Exactly. This is dangerous. I have to get out of this room. I go for the entrance as I drag my feet. Users have the same intentions.

"It won't open, it won't open! What do you mean!

"I'm trapped. It could be a crime or terrorism."

The hustle and bustle swell like a river with increased user anger, anxiety and loneliness. Ruptured or broken skies, shrunken minds.

A macho man punching him with a dumbbell to break the door. But I'm not even scared. Next, everyone slipped into the staff room.