He inched closer, his presence looming over her. Aiyu's body trembled, instinctively taking a step back in an attempt to flee. The color drained from her face as the realization set in - she was in a real trouble. Desperation guided her backward until she collided with the door, causing her to jolt and swiftly turn her head to assess the situation behind her.
The mysterious figure straightened his posture and, with a glint in his eye, slowly moved his hands to his back. Aiyu's gaze shifted back to him, unsure of what to expect. He wore a mischievous smile, as if toying with her, and his words carried a sense of intrigue, "I've locked that door tight, my dear. Only I hold the key." Despite the initial fear, there was something about his demeanor that softened the intensity. His face seemed to sparkle with a hint of friendliness, leaving Aiyu questioning the true nature of this enigmatic stranger.
