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CH 25

You'd just stepped out of the shower, towel still draped loosely around your neck, hair damp and sticking lightly to your skin. You were casually strolling down the hallway, heading to meet the other players, when faint yelling echoed from somewhere up ahead.

It was distant at first-just muffled shouting and something crashing. You frowned and looked up, confused, your steps slowing.

And then-

WHAM.

Something slammed into your back, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs.You stumbled forward with a startled gasp, almost slipping. Before you could even curse, someone gripped your shoulders to steady themselves-and that's when you heard it:

"Holy-SORRY!!"

You turned around, wide-eyed, and there was Isagi, breathless and wild-eyed, clinging to you like his life depended on it.

"What the hell-"

"Shhh!" he hissed, eyes darting down the hallway behind him.

Far off, from the other end of the corridor, you heard furious footsteps pounding closer-and then, loud and crystal clear:

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, ISAGI YOU USELESS SHIT!"

"GET BACK HERE, YOU SWEATY RAT!"

Baro's voice, pure rage, echoing like a demon charging through hell.

Your eyes widened."Is that... Baro?"

Isagi nodded fast, his expression full of pure fear. "Yes! Yes! I accidentally-okay not accidentally, but I unplugged his hair dryer and now he's gone full beast mode!"

You blinked."Are you-?!"

he hissed, his voice shaky and breathless.
"Please-I don't have time to explain. Just hide me! I'm serious, I'll actually die-do you want my blood on your hands?!"

Another closer shout:

"ISAGI, YOU DUMBASS MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR SKULL IN HALF!"

Isagi let out the most nervous laugh you'd ever heard.

"Okay-okay, listen," he stammered, voice trembling. "You gotta hide me. Like, now. Please. If he finds me, I'm dead. Like, 'they'll-find-my-body-in-pieces' dead."

You stared at him, brain still buffering.

"...What?"

"I'M SERIOUS!" he whisper-yelled."Look at me. Do I look like I'm built to survive a Baro-level rampage?! I bruise when I bump into door frames!"

You still hadn't fully processed what was going on.

He looked around frantically, eyes darting left to right-until they landed on the storage closet across the hallway.
His face lit up like he'd just discovered a secret bunker in a zombie apocalypse.

"There! Come on!"

"Wait-!"

Too late.

Isagi yanked your wrist, practically dragging you across the hall like a man being chased by death itself. He yanked the closet door open, shoved you both inside, and slammed it shut behind him with a loud click.