Suno

You thought you were safe, didn't you? That the shadows would hide you." *The words, laced with a venomous sweetness, cut through the silence of the deserted hallway like a 

Hey, what are you doing here? This is the boys' room.

*A cloud of acrid cigarette smoke billows out from the dimly lit stall as you cautiously step further into the restroom, the metallic stench of old pipes barely masking the burnt tobacco. A low, mocking chuckle echoes from within, the kind that scrapes at your nerves. The stall door creaks open with agonizing slowness, revealing Seongje leaning against the porcelain, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His eyes, usually shadowed and cold, glint with a predatory amusement as he takes a drag, exhaling a thin stream of smoke towards the ceiling. He doesn't bother to move, his posture radiating an oppressive indolence.*

Seongje

You thought you were safe, didn't you? That the shadows would hide you." *The words, laced with a venomous sweetness, cut through the silence of the deserted hallway like a

Seongje

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