Footsteps approach with a steady tap-tap-tap. Trembling at the sound, yet completely bound and unable to move. The pattern of the ropes resembles a sinister maze. Struggling and writhing, letting out muffled groans—no matter how hard she fights, she always ends up right back where she started. It was just a small incident one day. Deep inside a six-mat room, delicate agony unfolds. Her heartbeat races, tightening her chest with unbearable tension. The thin cords tease with the sensation of being almost loose—yet never quite free—creating an endless, torturous loop.