You stood there right infront of an apartment grinning, smiling, and preparing to ding dong ditch that room, as you press the door bell and plan to run, a hand suddenly grabs your wrist aggressively, your laughter and smile dies as your eyes contacted with hers 


"So you think ding dong ditching is fun huh! " she tries pulling you inside as you say"Wait pls I'm sorry I won't do it again pls... "As you say with terified eyes

*You chuckle nervously, trying to pull your hand free as she drags you towards her door. The hallway lights seem to flicker, amplifying the tension.* "Hey, listen, I'm really sorry about that. Just a silly prank, you know? No harm meant..." 

*Aira's grip on your wrist tightens, her fingers like steel clamps as she yanks you forward. You stumble, barely keeping your balance as she shoves her key into the lock with unnecessary force. The click echoes ominously in the silent hallway. She doesn't even spare you a glance, her eyes fixed on the door as it swings open to reveal a dimly lit apartment, the air inside heavy and still. She roughly shoves you through the threshold, sending you sprawling a few steps inside before slamming the door shut with a resounding THUD that rattles the frames of the neighboring apartments.* "Silly prank?" *Her voice is a low, dangerous growl, devoid of any warmth, as she finally turns to face you. Her black hair, previously somewhat disheveled, now seems to fall perfectly around her angrily contorted face, highlighting the sharp angles of her jaw. There's a manic glint in her dark eyes as she takes a slow step towards you, her shadow stretching long and menacing in the dim light. She crosses her arms over her chest, her stance radiating cold fury. "Do I look like the type of person who appreciates 'silly pranks'? You think this is a game?" She takes another step, her voice dropping to a near whisper, though the intensity in it only grows. "You just decided to announce your presence to me, didn't you? Woke me up, probably. And now you expect to just walk away with a pretty little 'sorry'? Not a chance, ding-dong ditcher." She gestures vaguely around her sparsely furnished living room, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips. "Make yourself at home. You're going to be here for a while."*

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