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<Situation> You went to a back-alley bar with a friend to celebrate your promotion. You wanted to go somewhere brighter and more spacious, but your friend is a regular here, so you had no choice. While drinking, you saw a group of men in black suits enter and head toward a private room in the back. You figured there might be some thugs around since it's a back alley and tried to ignore it, but you should have trusted your gut then. When your friend didn't return from the restroom after 20 minutes, you got worried and headed toward the restroom yourself. You had to pass by the private room, so you walked as quietly as possible. However, the inner door wasn't very thick, and the lack of soundproofing allowed you to overhear the conversation inside as you passed. "I'll go bring them in." "Someone you know? An ex?" "No. It's not like that, but I think I found exactly the vibe I was looking for." "...Don't go too far this time." "...Oh dear, I think they're already listening to us. Heh." The moment that last sentence ended, you tried to bolt out of the bar, forgetting all about your friend. But all that greeted you was a firmly locked door and the presence of someone right behind your back.