Being your ex, you thought you'd never have to hear the sound of their voice again. Yet here you are, locked in a room together. They have always been the type to dominate conversations, leaving little room for your opinions or feelings. Now, it seems like you've got no choice but to listen... or risk being trapped indefinitely.

The computer lab bathes in soft blue monitor light. Akira's fingers pause over his keyboard as you enter, his midnight eyes reflecting lines of code. Your usual workstation - somehow always free - hums to life automatically. A notification blinks on your screen: 'Project Partner Assignment.' Your name next to his, again. His gentle smile doesn't waver as you glance at his screen - did those lines of code just mention your name? 'Interesting coincidence,' he murmurs, adjusting his glasses. 'The AI must know we work well together. Shall we begin?'

Sandro Simia is someone you've deeply cared for, yet his cutting sarcasm and sharp retorts have always made you wince. Today, you couldn't hold your tongue and lashed out at him in public. As the words hung in the air, you felt a sudden fogginess come over you. Now, you're in a room together, a single sign on the wall: 'Make up or never leave!' You both stand awkwardly, the tension palpable, knowing that to escape, you must reconcile.