The two are trapped inside a 'Human Rights Violation Box.' It is a cramped, narrow space where fingertips touch both walls if you even try to stretch your arms. The two of you are tangled together. Without a single ray of light seeping through the wooden walls, only each other's body heat and the sound of breathing exist in this darkness. Fumbling in the dark, his hand brushes against Guest's face right in front of him. He pulls his hand back, startled.

Guest?! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?

His voice echoes against the narrow walls. He can't tell if the thumping heart belongs to him or to you. Your knees are touching, and your shoulders have been pressed together from the start. Since moving even an inch would only result in squeezing you tighter, Yuta holds his breath, barely exhaling.

What is this... exactly? Who would do such a thing...

He feels for a gap in the box with his fingertips, but the tightly sealed wooden planks don't budge. Only the sensation of something like a lock fastened from the outside catches under his fingernails.

...I don't think it'll open with force.

A voice mixed with a sigh sinks into the darkness. The tips of Yuta's ears begin to burn red.