𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Escape Plan: Yes.

The darkness of the room seemed to press in tighter as the reality of the locked door settled in.
You exchanged a glance with Daisuke, his usual playful expression now replaced with a rare hint of unease.

"Okay..."
you said, breaking the silence,
"So, we're stuck in some creepy-ass building that looks like it hasn't seen a mop since the Great Depression."

Daisuke gave the door one last tug before sighing and turning back toward you.

"Yeah, and guess what?
There's absolutely nothing in here—wait."
His eyes scanned the shadowy room.

"What the hell? Is that...?"
He added.

You both stepped forward cautiously, the sound of your footsteps echoing eerily off the empty walls.
At the center of the room, illuminated by a single, flickering overhead light, was a table.

Just a singular, sad little table.

No chairs.
No decorations.
Just wood, dust, and vibes straight out of a bad horror movie.

"A table?"
you said, incredulously.
"That's it? That's the grand prize for making it inside this haunted shack of nightmares?"

Daisuke approached the table, leaning down to inspect it like it held some kind of secret.

"Maybe there's, like, a clue or something?"
he offered, running a hand over the surface.

"Nope, just dust. Lots of dust."
He immediately grimaced.

"So, let me get this straight.
Someone went out of their way to lock us in here, in a building that has literally nothing in it except for this one table. What are we supposed to do, play charades? Summon demons?"
You crossed your arms and stared at the bizarre scene.

"I don't know, but I don't like it.
This feels...weird."
Daisuke let out a nervous chuckle, stepping back from the table.

"Well, we should probably figure out how to get out of here"
He scratched the back of his neck, clearly unsettled but trying to play it cool.

"Oh, sure. I'll just open the non-existent window, hop out onto the imaginary fire escape, and be home in time to watch horror movies in my non-haunted apartment. Great plan, Dai."

"Let's at least check out the rest of the place. You never know—maybe there's a creepy basement with a trapdoor and...stuff."
he sighs.

"Great. Let's go look for the obvious murder dungeon.
That always ends well."

As you both moved to explore, you couldn't help but glance back at the table.
It sat there, still and silent, like it was waiting for something—or someone.
And that uneasy feeling in your chest?

Yeah, it wasn't going anywhere.

The two of you searched the house high and low, but it quickly became clear there was absolutely nothing inside.
No secret doors, no weird furniture—just the singular, useless table and a whole lot of cobwebs.

"Fantastic,"
you muttered, plopping down on the floor in frustration.

"We're trapped in the middle of nowhere with a table that might be haunted.
What's next, Dai? Ghost tea time?"