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# Chapter 187: Escape from the Trap
Min-jun understood the depths of Trap far more than he wished to. It wasn’t merely a tool to achieve his dreams—it was a weapon that had seized hold of his very soul. He tried to remember when it all began, but time had already blurred into an endless cycle. Trap drenched his heart in darkness. As he wandered the city streets, he felt its grip tightening around him, his heartbeat quickening in sync with the rumble of bus engines, his hand trembling against his forehead.
10:15 AM. Min-jun stepped into a café, seeking refuge in its warmth. The aroma of coffee and the murmur of voices washed over him, yet his chest still heaved with anxiety. His fingers fidgeted against his temple. The barista greeted him kindly, and the fresh scent of orange juice drifted past. Min-jun stared at the menu, desperate to clear his mind. But his heart raced on, his hands clenched in his pockets. Around him, people carried on their conversations—their voices a lifeline he hoped might pull him from the darkness that consumed him.
He sipped his coffee slowly, willing the warmth and ambient chatter to ease his troubled mind. Yet even as he looked around the café, his pulse quickened and his hands remained tense. He struggled to comprehend the depths of Trap, but it held him captive—like a drowning man fighting against the current, he thrashed against its hold, yet the grip only tightened.
12:30 PM. Min-jun left the café, hoping the city’s noise and bustle might offer some solace. The sounds of traffic and distant conversations filled his ears as he walked, but his heart still hammered against his ribs. His hands curled in his pockets. He tried to quiet his mind, yet the anxiety persisted, relentless and unyielding.
As he wandered the streets, his heart pounded with each step. His mind still dwelled in shadow, yet some part of him searched desperately for a way out—a path that wouldn’t lead him into danger. At 2:45 AM, Min-jun stood before a building. Its doors were closed, but as he read the nameplate, something inside him flickered with a fragile hope. The building was called “Destar Entertainment”—the very place where he was fighting to realize his dreams.
He gazed at the name, trying to find peace. His fingers brushed his forehead nervously. Perhaps this building held the key to breaking free from the darkness. He pushed open the door, and warmth enveloped him. Inside, the scent of fresh coffee mingled with voices of people at work, yet his heart remained shadowed. His hands trembled in his pockets.
He looked around the office, feeling his heartbeat accelerate. The space welcomed him with its warm atmosphere, but anxiety still gripped him. He attempted to clear his mind as he moved through the interior, yet his pulse quickened and his hands stayed tensed. He sought a way out of the Trap, struggling to understand its depths, but it held him fast. His heart pounded. His fingers trembled. The Trap had him.
Min-jun searched desperately for an escape. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. His hands shook against his temple. He tried to break free, but the Trap’s grip remained absolute. His chest heaved. His hands clenched. The Trap consumed him still.
He fought to find a way out. His heart raced wildly. His fingers pressed against his forehead. He sought freedom, but the Trap held him captive. His pulse quickened. His hands trembled. The darkness remained.
Min-jun continued his desperate struggle. His heartbeat echoed in his chest. His trembling hands moved to his forehead. He searched for escape, yet the Trap surrounded him. His breathing grew shallow. His fingers quivered. Still, it held him.
The battle raged on within him. His heart pounded relentlessly. His hands shook with tension. He sought a way out, but the Trap would not release him. His chest tightened. His fingers trembled. The grip remained unyielding.
Min-jun’s struggle continued endlessly. His heartbeat accelerated. His hands pressed against his temple. He fought against the Trap, yet it refused to let go. His pulse quickened. His fingers shook. Still bound, still trapped.
The cycle repeated. His heart raced on. His hands trembled against his skin. He sought freedom, but the Trap held firm. His breathing grew rapid. His fingers quivered. Escape remained elusive.
Min-jun persisted in his effort. His heartbeat thundered. His trembling hands moved restlessly. He searched for a way out, yet the Trap’s darkness lingered. His chest heaved. His hands shook. The struggle continued.
The battle intensified within him. His heart pounded fiercely. His fingers pressed desperately against his forehead. He fought to break free, but the Trap’s hold remained absolute. His pulse quickened further. His hands trembled uncontrollably. Still, it consumed him.
Min-jun’s struggle seemed endless. His heartbeat echoed relentlessly. His shaking hands moved across his face. He sought escape from the Trap, yet it clung to him. His breathing grew more urgent. His fingers quivered with desperation. The darkness persisted.
The fight raged on. His heart accelerated beyond measure. His trembling hands sought relief. He desperately pursued freedom, but the Trap refused to yield. His chest tightened with each breath. His hands shook violently. Still trapped. Still bound.
Min-jun continued his relentless struggle against the invisible chains. His heartbeat became a drumbeat of desperation. His fingers trembled at his temples. The Trap—that insidious, all-consuming force—would not release him, no matter how hard he fought. His pulse raced. His hands shook. And still, the darkness remained.