Isamu quickly shut the door, slamming it with a force that echoed through the small room. His chest heaved as he turned the lock, the sharp click punctuating the moment. The air was heavy with the mingled scent of sweat and dust.
[00:00:00]
The doors locked. A collective sigh of relief swept through the group as everyone dropped to the floor, the tension momentarily releasing their rigid muscles.
"We almost died right there," Yukimiya muttered, wiping his brow. His voice quivered, barely masking the fear beneath his words.
'Each round is getting harder... Well, the last one was easy, but that was just to throw us off for this one. I mean, technically, it was never announced that the last round was over, which means we're still playing it.'
