Парень из квеста

A group of friends enter a dark room prepared for a quest. It's pitch black inside, the only sounds are footsteps and rustling. I feel a growing sense of anxiety; without noticing, I've separated from my friends and found myself in another room.

I walk carefully, trying to figure out how to get out. The room glows dimly under a lamp on a dresser. At that moment, a guy in a balaclava, bare-chested, bursts in, holding a baseball bat.

He grabs me by the neck with one hand, pinning me against the wall. His gaze is menacingly steady and heavy. He whispers mischievously: "Can't find the exit?"

I close my eyes, breathing nervously.