Everyone in Room 205 sprang towards the door in a frantic rush, their faces masks of panic and determination. Amid the chaos, one player was shoved aside and left behind. He stumbled to the ground, his trembling hands clutching at the floor as Isamu loomed over him. The man kept his head low, refusing to meet Isamu's piercing gaze.
"Just close the door," the man said, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a resigned bitterness.
Isamu sighed heavily, his expression unreadable as he slid his sword back into its sheath. He placed a firm hand on the door handle, the weight of the decision pressing down on him.
"I'm sorry," he murmured as he began to close the door slowly, his voice barely audible over the creak of the hinges.
The man let out a derisive scoff, a final act of defiance, as the door shut with a heavy thud.
