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# Chapter 186: The Depth of the Trap
Min-jun was beginning to understand the depth of the Trap, piece by piece. It wasn’t merely a tool to achieve his dreams—it was a powerful weapon that ensnared his very heart. He tried to remember when the Trap had begun, but he couldn’t recall how long ago it had started. The Trap stained his mind with darkness. As he wandered through the city streets, he felt it gripping him, his heart pounding violently in his chest, his hand scratching nervously at his forehead.
At 10:15 in the morning, Min-jun stepped into a café. The warm air embraced his face, and the scent of coffee filled his senses along with the murmur of patrons. He sat down, acutely aware of his racing heartbeat, his hand moving to his forehead again. The barista greeted him warmly, presenting the fresh aroma of orange juice. Min-jun studied the menu, trying to clear his mind. But his heart continued its frantic rhythm, and his hands remained tense in his pockets. Around him, people engaged in casual conversation, and he hoped their voices might pull him from the darkness consuming him.
He sipped his coffee, hoping the aroma and ambient chatter would ease his troubled mind. His eyes swept across the café’s interior as his pulse quickened and his hands clenched. He tried to understand the Trap’s depths, but it held him fast. Even as he walked the city streets later, he felt its grip tightening—his heart hammering, his hand trembling against his forehead.
At 12:30 in the afternoon, Min-jun left the café, still seeking peace. The city’s noise—the rumble of buses, the hum of conversation—seemed to offer a reprieve from the darkness that clung to him. Yet his heart raced and his hands remained anxious in his pockets. He searched desperately for a way to escape without destroying himself.
His hand moved to his forehead again. The urban symphony around him felt like it might lift him from this shadow. But even as he walked, his mind remained trapped in darkness, though his spirit still sought a path to safety. At 2:45 in the morning, Min-jun found himself standing before a building. Though its doors were closed, reading the name on the façade brought a glimmer of light to his heart—“Destar Entertainment.” This was where he fought to realize his dreams.
He stared at the building’s name, trying to empty his mind. His heart pounded, his hand scratching at his forehead. He pushed open the door, and his spirits lifted slightly. The interior welcomed him with warm air, yet despite the fresh coffee aroma and people’s voices, darkness still clung to his heart. His hands remained tense in his pockets.
He moved through the building, acutely aware of each rapid heartbeat. The welcoming atmosphere surrounded him, but his mind wouldn’t quiet. He tried to find peace, yet his pulse continued its frantic pace, his hands still trembling. The interior hummed with conversation and the scent of coffee, but his heart remained shadowed.
Hours passed. Min-jun wandered the building’s corridors, his anxiety never quite releasing its grip. At 8:15, at 9:30, at 11:15, and again at 12:45—time became a blur of the same internal struggle. His heart raced. His hands trembled. The building’s warmth offered no solace.
“Why am I so nervous?” he thought to himself. “I’m just looking around. Why does my heart pound like this? Why do my hands shake?”
He continued walking, unable to stop. The building seemed endless, his anxiety mounting with each corridor. Finally, he could bear it no longer. “I need to get out of here,” he decided. “Once I leave, I’ll feel better.”
But even as he left the building and stepped into the street, the feeling didn’t fade. He walked on, his heart still racing, still searching for relief that wouldn’t come. The darkness had followed him outside. He’d escaped the building, yet the Trap remained—invisible, inescapable, woven into the very fabric of his being.
“Finally, I got out,” he whispered to himself, though the words rang hollow. “Now I’ll feel at peace.”
But as he walked on, his hand still moved to his forehead. The darkness remained. The Trap still held him.