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Day 2 - The Contract

The "next morning" had arrived, and some could not sleep well due to two things: the uncertainty of not knowing what time it was and the internal panic of having to deal with what would come after. From nowhere, a door opened fugitively, slowly dropping 1 piece of paper, thick in A4, which said in large letters "contract." The 3 who were awake approached to see what it was. Ryoma was waking up like Yasuo, our beautiful sleeping, hairy, and lensed boy.

The room vibrated with tangible tension as Riota, Yasuo, and Kenzo faced the crossroads that the ominous contract offered them. Every word resounded in the dense air, impregnated with the weight of their decisions and the constant whisper of the danger surrounding them.

Riota, with his gaze full of indignation, clung to the last thread of his autonomy. His words were an echo of resistance, a challenge to the dark power that had dragged them into this maze of uncertainty. "We cannot sign this," he exclaimed in a tone that challenged the same fate, "we would literally be selling ourselves to them."

Yasuo, albeit tormented by his companion's ruthless logic, was trapped in the fauces of a merciless reality. His words were an echo of resignation, a forced surrender to the clutches of the invisible enemy. "But what other option do we have?" he replied with a voice full of regret. "The only way to survive here would be by following his game."

Kenzo, with his glowing determination, represented a flame of hope in the midst of overwhelming darkness. Their words were a beam of rebellion, a challenging denial of the authority that tried to dominate them. "I have another idea," he said with a determined look, challenging his colleagues to contemplate the possibility of freedom. "Why don't we just break it and that's it?"

The silence that followed was shocking, loaded with the tension of the unknown and the weight of the decisions that were being taken. Yasuo, with his firm rationality, was the voice of precaution, reminding them of the danger in the shadows. "Did you lose your reason?" he exclaimed with a flash of despair in his eyes. "Who knows what they would do to us if we broke the contract? They have control over us and our situation."

The room was filled with the echo of her words, each throwing light on the unavoidable truth that surrounded them. They were trapped in a game of shadows, a macabre dance where each movement could seal its destiny. The decision was pending in the air, a double-edged sword threatening to cut off the fragile balance in which they held themselves.

Time slipped like sand between their fingers, each second marking the frenetic beating of their hearts as they struggled to find a way out of the maze of their destiny. Together, they faced the abyss that spread before them, challenging fate with every breath and with every heartbeat that cried for freedom.

In the midst of relentless darkness, a decision had to be made. Would they follow the path of submission, signing their destiny on the pages of the contract? Or would they dare to challenge the power that had chained them, throwing away the chains of oppression and claiming their right to freedom?

Whatever the decision was, none of them provided a safe path, with no consequences or possible tragedies along the way.

Ryoma woke up listening to the situation from "his bed" under the desk, looking at the three with the contract on the table at the other end of the room. The tension filled the air in a disturbing way. The decision was in front of them, but the uncertainty and panic embraced them like an uncomfortable blanket, burning them inside.

A palpable tension burst over the room when the surrender opened before them, like the mouth of a hungry beast eager to devour his will. The words printed on the dark opening, "Insert the signed contract here," seemed to distill a promise of irrevocable submission, a pact with forces beyond your understanding.