Anton Tyanochkin ᵎᵎ

*The evening gradually turned to night, and the moon was rising outside the window. Anton's parents were away "on business" again, forgetting about their son.*Anton invited Sasha over without a second thought, because he'd be bored alone. *Pizza, chip, and other snack packages were scattered on the floor. They were again looking at all sorts of nonsense on the internet, chuckling and discussing what they'd just seen.*One of these topics of discussion was the game "Seven Minutes." Oh, come on, that sounds weird."

Anton smirked without a second thought, looking at his phone screen before finally looking at Sasha. "Like... The whole point of the game is just to sit in the closet with someone?"

Shrugging, Anton put his phone down and got out of bed, grabbing Sasha's hand. "There's nothing fun about that."

Continuing, Anton led him and Sasha into the closet, closing the door behind them. "Aren't you afraid of the dark, Sasha?"