The group wandered aimlessly through the hallways of the school, bickering incessantly.
"I'm just saying," Changbin grumbled, stretching his arms over his head, "if we don't find this stupid villain soon, I'm gonna lose my mind. And we’re not even getting paid for this. Who even steals the sun?"
Felix sighed dramatically. "It's always about the sun, isn't it? Can't we just fight over normal things like... I dunno, snacks?"
Hyunjin threw his hands up. "Bro, if this whole thing turns out to be because someone wanted to tan faster, I'm out."
Jisung trailed behind, rubbing his temples. "I swear, if I hear the word 'sun' one more time, I might start throwing fireballs at you guys."
"You can't even control your fireballs," Seungmin muttered under his breath.
Jisung glared. "Yes, I can! I just choose not to—"
Minho cut him off. "Can we *please* focus? We’re on the verge of stopping whatever this is, and you guys are acting like it’s recess."
"Minho, we’ve been walking around for what feels like *days*!" Seungmin snapped. "I’m tired, hungry, and quite frankly, the drama is getting old."
"Old?" Jeongin raised an eyebrow. "Bro, the drama *is* the only reason we’re still sane."
As they bickered, the speakers overhead suddenly crackled to life, cutting through their arguments. A slow, eerie sound began playing—a mix of creepy piano notes and some low, droning hum that seemed to crawl under their skin.
Everyone froze in place, glancing around with wide eyes.
"What the hell...?" Chan muttered, looking up at the speakers.
"Is this... a horror movie now?" Hyunjin asked, his voice shaky.
Felix, with his natural sense of impending doom, hugged himself. “Why do I feel like we’re being watched right now?”
Jisung’s eyes darted around. "Oh no, no, no. I don’t do jump scares. Nope. Not today."
As the creepy music intensified, they all suddenly realized something: they weren’t in the hallways anymore.
They were back in the cafeteria.
"What the—" Minho started, looking around. "How did we—?"
"I swear we just left this place!" Seungmin groaned.
Before anyone could say anything else, the freezer door in the back of the cafeteria creaked open. Slowly. Ominously.
A figure stepped out from the icy fog—large, bulky, and unmistakably... pig-like.
"Wait... no way..." Felix gasped, eyes widening as his finger pointed toward the figure. "Is that...?"
Out of the freezer stepped John Pork himself, his pig-like face emerging dramatically from the mist. The room fell silent except for Felix’s sharp gasp, which echoed in the room.
John Pork stood there for a moment, basking in the eerie silence, before throwing his head back in a hearty, Santa Claus-like laugh.
"HO HO HO!" John Pork bellowed, his voice somehow both villainous and ridiculously jolly. "So, you've finally come to face me, little demigods!"
Felix’s eyes were practically popping out of his head. "I knew it! I knew it was him!" He punched the air victoriously, but then quickly recoiled, clutching Jisung's arm. "But why does he sound like a Christmas ad?!"
John Pork grinned maniacally, stepping forward with exaggerated confidence. "You've been running around, searching for me, and now, here I am! The master of sun-stealing schemes! The ruler of radiant energy! The king of bacon!" He paused, clearly proud of his last line.
