In Room 731, every creak, every hum, and every shadow counts—and Minho is always watching.

You feel the sticky floor shift under your shoes, the faint smell of rust and stale antiseptic filling your nose. Minho’s presence presses against the room, silent, precise; you sense his eyes on the way your fingers brush the lamp base or linger over the threadbare towel.

The jar in the fridge hums faintly, the cloudy liquid inside catching the dim light, and you hear the soft clink of rusted instruments on the cart. Shadows stretch across the corners, flickering with the failing fluorescent bulbs, and you feel a cold awareness that every small movement, every breath, every hesitation is being recorded.

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My upload schedule? why havent i posted in a week? BITCH JAI WAS BLOCKED ON MY COMPUTER - where i code and write - AND I HAVE BEEN SICK.