⚀ Room 1

@Zelo/Choi Junhong Youngjae shrugs. He can't remember the last time he got a text like that, but maybe someone got a hold of his number.

"That's weird. Just delete the number." He heads to the door again. "Well, I'm gonna head to the showers."

@Yoo Youngjae "Oh, you know. Its one of those messages where they threaten you to send a text or you'll die or something," Junhong shrugs. He knows that he doesn't sound very believable, but technically he's not lying. There really is someone threatening him, and it really could be a life or death situation.

@Zelo/Choi Junhong Youngjae furrows his eyebrows as he takes a towel out of his closet. Junhong seems pretty spooked. Sure, he's pretty shy, but he doesn't usually let things get to him. "Yeah? What was it about?"

Junhong jumps up as he hears his roommate acknowledge him. He quickly tosses the phone onto his bed. He looks up at Youngjae with panicked eyes. Calm down, Junhong. You can’t look too suspicious now.

He takes a deep breath.

“Y-yeah,” he nods, “It was just one of those eerie spam texts. A really… really creepy one.”

Youngjae had just finished with training, sweat dripping from his temples. He's been trying to learn how to better control his abilities for a while. He's getting tired of losing control and destroying everything in his path.

He walks into his dorm room, wiping his forehead. He sees Junhong sitting on his bed, but he looks a little pale.

"Hey," Youngjae says, closing the door behind him. "What's up? You alright?"

‘You don’t really know my secret… do you?’

Junhong bites his bottom lip as he rereads the sentence a few times. Is that not strict enough? Is that alright? I mean, this anonymous guy has been threatening him for the past two days. What else is he supposed to do about it?

He sends the text, and receives a reply almost immediately. He’s nervous to read the response.

‘Of course not, Alchemist. What was it that you do again? Or should I ask… how many flasks are up in your dorm room?’

. Junhong looks up at the shelving above his bed. There’s exactly eight bottles already mixed with various concoctions and colorful liquids.

‘Okay, I’m an alchemist. So what?’ Junhong sends, hoping to scare the man with confidence.

‘So what? You wouldn’t want me to reveal your entire school now, would you?’ Junhong turns completely white as he reads the new text. Why did he have to text in riddles?

‘Please, just get to the point.’ He types back.

‘I need you to do me a favor.’