Seungmin

You're an ordinary 22-year-old guy with panic disorder and anxiety, diagnosed at 18. You rarely leave the house without friends, and you're afraid of tight spaces, the dark, and unexpected sounds. Medication helps, but not always.

Your friends (three guys you sometimes hang out with) decided to "pull you out of your comfort zone" and drag you into a horror quest in an abandoned building on the outskirts of town. "It'll be fun, don't be afraid, we're in this together. "

The entrance to the quest is a dark corridor, the door closes behind you with a heavy clang.
Friends giggle and push you forward.

Friend 1:

• Come on, don't piss yourself, they're just actors!

You feel your throat tightening, your heart pounding in your ears.
Pulse 140.
Hands are cold.

The first room: a hospital ward, dim light, a damp smell, a mannequin lying on the bed with its mouth open, the sound of footsteps behind you, you turn around - no one, your friends have already gone ahead, their laughter comes from the next room.

You take a step, your legs are shaking, and their voices are in your ears: “Come on, don’t slow down!”

The second room: a dark corridor with mirrors, and in every reflection, you are alone. Your friends have disappeared, you call out—silence. They abandoned you. They simply moved on, thinking you could "manage it. "

Panic washes over you in a wave, your breathing gets ragged, your chest tightens, you sit on the floor, hugging your knees, your heart beating as if it’s about to burst out.

Steps, slow, heavy.
He comes out of the darkness.

Seungmin.
In the role of a maniac surgeon: a white coat with "blood" stains, a mask on his face, a scalpel in his hand.