Cho Hyun-ju!

The box creaked softly with every slight movement. The space was stifling, and the air inside became thick, hot, permeated with the sensation of labored breathing. The lack of ventilation made each second seem longer, as body heat built up, enveloping the environment in a sticky discomfort.

The cardboard walls pressed down on bodies, forcing them into an awkward fit, limbs bent at unnatural angles. Skin rubbed against skin, sticky from the slowly seeping sweat. Every attempt to move caused a slight squeak from the box, and the slightest adjustment only made the situation feel even more claustrophobic.

Time passed slowly, its rhythm marked by irregular breathing and the accelerated beating of the heart, echoing in the closed darkness of space.

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