Day 7 arrived with an unusual feeling of calm in the room, as the auditor did not make his usual appearance to demand the daily fee. The prisoners, surprised by the silence, found a welcome breath, a break in the oppressive routine that had kept them trapped in an endless cycle of work and tension.

For the first time since they woke up in that mysterious place, they were able to enjoy a "night" of peaceful and repairing sleep. The accumulated tensions slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and hope. The room, once filled with anxiety and despair, now seemed more reassuring than ever, as if the environment itself was responding to the change in the atmosphere.

As the prisoners woke up, they encountered an unusual calm that enveloped the room, a calm that offered them a glimpse of hope in the midst of uncertainty. They wondered what this break in the auditor's demands could mean and what the future would be for them, but for now, they were grateful for the moment of tranquility and the opportunity to recover from the physical and emotional exhaustion that had consumed them since their arrival.

The only thing really worrying was that breakfast had arrived later than usual. Despite the calm surrounding the room, this deviation from the routine generated a slight discontent among the prisoners. As they gathered around the delayed food, whispers of speculation filled the air, each dealing with the uncertainty of what this change could mean.

The delay in breakfast served as a subtle reminder of their fragile existence and of the constant control exercised by the invisible forces orchestrating his confinement. Despite the short breath of the auditor's demands, the prisoners could not shake themselves with the feeling that something ominous was sinking under the surface, hoping to disturb the fragile appearance of peace they had found for a moment.

As they shared their food in the quiet atmosphere of the room, their thoughts turned to the mysteries that still enveloped their captivity and to the uncertain path they had before them. Every bite of food seemed to carry a reminder of their vulnerability and the threatening spectrum of the unknown.

As the others felt confused and boredom seized the room, Kosuke began to inquire among the office supplies in an attempt to dispel the monotony. Surrounded by pens, pens, and paper, he plunged into his own creative world and began to draw.

Kosuke's traits came to life on the paper, capturing the attention of his colleagues as he let go of his imagination. With every trait, the dark atmosphere of the room seemed to be transformed, filled with the energy and creativity emanating from his drawings.

The quality of Kosuke's drawings was exceptional, showing a level of skill that revealed his previous experience in the art of drawing. With precise and fluid drawings, he created images that seemed to jump from the paper with a life of their own.

His style resembled that of a professional mangaka, with defined lines and detailed expressions that conveyed a wide range of emotions. Each character and scene that Kosuke shaped in the role was full of life and energy, capturing the attention of those who watched him with his astonishing realism and dynamism.

The meticulous details and attention to the context in each drawing spoke of Kosuke's talent and dedication to the art of drawing. From the subtle shadows to the expressive gestures of their characters, each element was carefully crafted to create a captivating visual experience.

As his colleagues marveled at his creations, it became clear that Kosuke's drawings were not only a way to escape boredom but also a demonstration of his passion and skill in art. In those tracks, they found a refuge from the monotony of their confinement, immersing themselves in a world of imagination and creativity where the possibilities were endless.

As Kosuke continued to draw, boredom gave way to fascination, and for a brief moment, everyone forgot the worries that had plagued them since his closure. In those tracks, they found a flash of hope and proof that even in the most difficult circumstances, the human spirit always finds a way to express itself and find joy.

Even though the hopes of quietness vanish, As Kosuke looked through the wires behind the desk, a colorful eraser escaped from his hands and rolled towards the wall. Clinging to recover it, his eyes looked at a peculiar detail: a strange relief on the wall, carefully crafted with maché paper.

Intrigued, Kosuke examined the relief carefully, unraveling the details of the intricate design. The shapes and textures of the maché paper revealed thorough work, as if someone had devoted time and effort to its creation.

A frostbite passed Kosuke's back as his mind was filled with questions. What did that strange relief on the wall mean? Who did it, and for what purpose?

The presence of the relief added a new mystery to the room already full of puzzles, intensifying the feeling that they were trapped in a game of chess and barely understood the rules.

Kosuke felt the need to share his discovery with the other prisoners. Rising from the ground, he hurried to attract the attention of his comrades with his vibrant voice and contained emotion.

"Guys, you really have to see this..." Kosuke exclaimed, drawing the attention of Ryoma, Hanzo, Riota, and Yasuo, who quickly approached to see what he had discovered.

With frenetic gestures, Kosuke pointed to the relief on the wall, explaining how he had found the strange trailer while looking for his colored lapicera. His words were filled with intrigue and curiosity, reflecting the desire to understand the mystery surrounding his confinement.

The other prisoners gathered around Kosuke, examining the terrain with interest mixed with a slight fear. The shadows of the room danced on the capricious forms of the maché paper, adding an atmosphere of mystery to the discovery.

Amid murmurings of astonishment and speculation, the five contemplated the relief, wondering what it meant and what secret they might be hiding. At that moment, the relief became a tangible symbol of the uncertainty surrounding them, a sign that there were still many puzzles to be solved in their strange and disturbing confinement.

Hanzo looked at the relief with a reflective expression, evaluating the possibilities that opened up before them. "There might be something behind this that will give us answers," he suggested, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

Yasuo nodded, doubting. "We don't know what awaits us on the other side. It could be dangerous," he warned, concerned about the possible consequences of removing the trailer.

Riota, as always, couldn't contain himself. With a sarcastic tone, he interrupted the conversation. "Oh, yeah, sure that behind that piece of maché paper is a magic portal that will take us back home," he said with contempt, his words dropping with cynicism.

The tension in the room increased following Riota's comment. His sour attitude and his usual skepticism seemed to make things worse rather than help. Meanwhile, Ryoma and Kosuke exchanged uncertain gazes, undecided about which path to take.

Hanzo approached the mysterious hole covered with maché paper and began to carefully remove it, revealing what was hidden behind it. With every piece of maché paper removed, anticipation grew in the room while the other prisoners watched attentively.

"Are you seriously considering disassembling a piece of maché paper?" said Riota in a sloppy tone, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do you think you're going to find—a secret passageway to freedom? Please be realistic.".

His sarcasm resonated in the room, adding a layer of tension to the discussion. Hanzo and Yasuo exchanged exasperated gazes, accustomed to Riota's negative attitudes that often hampered any attempt to progress or explore.

"You don't have to be so negative all the time, Riota," replied Hanzo, frustrated. "We are trying to find out more about this place. Or would you rather stay here doing nothing and wait for the answers to fall from the sky?"

The tension in the room was palpable as the two groups of opinions clashed with each other. While Hanzo and Yasuoined an attitude of exploration and search for answers, Riota seemed determined to sow doubts and discourage any attempt to act.

Finally, the hole was uncovered, revealing a wide block of notes filled with various messages written on them. Hanzo took the note block carefully, feeling the rough texture of the leaves between his fingers as he examined it with curiosity.

The other prisoners gathered around Hanzo, their gazes full of expectation and anxiety as they waited to discover the contents of the notes. What secrets could be hidden on that piece of paper? What messages were they expecting to be discovered and decoded?

With trembling hands, Hanzo opened the note block and began shaking it, revealing a variety of messages written in black ink and what seemed to be dry blood. Some were brief and enigmatic, while others seemed to contain instructions or cryptic clues about their situation.

With the dusty notes scattered over the desk, Hanzo plunged into the challenging process of deciphering the meaning behind the cryptic and disturbing phrases that adorned the pages. With an expression concentrated on his face, he examined every word and every turn of phrase in search of hidden clues and deep meanings.

The words in the notes resonated in the heated air of the room, filling the space with a sense of intrigue and suspense. Each line seemed to contain a coded message, a crucial clue that could lead them closer to understanding the truth behind their strange confinement.

Hanzo scrutinized every detail meticulously, his mind working at full speed as he tried to unite the scattered fragments of information. The cryptic phrases seemed to challenge him, mocking his ambiguity.

"In the quiet of the night, whispers are heard," "The light reveals, but also hides."—sentences and increasingly cryptic phrases that seemed like a style of joke could be read inside what seemed to be a harmless notepad.

But one sentence catches everyone's attention, especially:"There's always a traitor among the selected.".

The phrase resounded in the room, sending frostbite to the backs of each prisoner. It was a disturbing revelation, a suggestion that one of them might be a traitor, a conspirator in his midst, sowing discord and undermining his fragile alliance.

The disturbing drawing of shadows that accompanied the sentence added an aura of discomfort and paranoia to the situation. The shadows twisted and danced on the margins of the notes, as if they were taking their own lives, their dark forms insinuating danger and betrayal.

The revelation left the captives in a state of constant alertness, watching each other with suspicion and mistrust. Every interaction, every word exchanged, was marked by the shadow of doubt and uncertainty.

The attempts at cooperation and camaraderie were overwhelmed by the shadow of a possible traitor among them. The captives wondered who they might be, what motives they might have to betray their companions, and who might be allied with the mysterious auditor who kept them prisoners.

Paranoia seized the room, turning even the simplest interactions into acts of suspicion and mistrust. Every gesture and every look was analyzed in search of signs of betrayal and clues that could reveal the identity of the traitor among them.

Meanwhile, the disturbing drawings of shadows continued to squeeze them from the pages of the notes, reminding them of the darkness surrounding them and the latent threat represented by the presence of a traitor in their midst.

With every moment that passed, the tension increased, and the prisoners were trapped in a network of distrust and paranoia, not knowing who to trust or what the next move of the enemy that was between them.