Sid shot back, his anger spilling into his voice.

"No. They don’t love her. They love humiliating her. They love tearing down someone easy to mock. Weak, fragile at least that’s what they think she is. That’s not love, Big D. That’s a pack of jackals circling someone who’s already bleeding."

Big D hesitated, his voice faltering.

"You don’t understand—"

"No, you don’t understand!"

Sid cut in hard, every word heavy.

"You’re not making content. You’re feeding a crowd that only wants blood. And you call that entertainment? You call that a joke?"

The silence that followed was thick. Then Big D finally spoke, his voice soft, uneasy.

"...Confession accepted."

"That’s basically two tasks, you realize that? You forced me to confess, then you forced her to confess something too personal, too traumatizing. That’s two tasks right there."

Big D tried to snap back.

"No, it doesn’t work that way—"

Sid leaned in, glaring at the speaker like he could burn a hole through it.

"Don’t play with me. You know damn well you crossed the line. That counts as two."

There was another pause. Big D exhaled shakily, and his voice dropped.

"...Fine. Two tasks. Happy now?"

"Not even close!"

Big D sighed, the smugness gone from his tone, replaced by something flat and drained.

"Look... I don’t care anymore. Lost the fun. Guess I went too far. The key’s in the room with you. That’s your challenge now. I won’t tell you where. If you want out, you’ll have to work together to find it."

The speaker clicked off, leaving nothing but the heavy silence between Sid and Morgana.

Sid glanced at her, then around the trashed room, his jaw tightening.

"Alright. Just you and me now. Let’s find this damn key."

Sid tore through the room like a storm. He kicked over broken chairs, shoved piles of staged trash aside, and pulled old posters from the walls with a growl. His cuffs clanked with every violent motion, frustration spilling out of him louder than the laughter still echoing faintly from outside.

"Where the hell is it?!"

He barked, slamming his shoulder into a shelf and sending loose junk clattering to the ground.

"This whole room’s a damn joke! Key could be anywhere. Could be nowhere!"

Across the room, Morgana moved differently. She crouched low, scanning carefully, her cuffed hands lifting objects with quiet precision. Instead of tossing things, she tilted them, studied them, placed them down again. Her eyes kept darting toward the spots that looked too obvious—trash piled just so, a chair tipped at the same odd angle as the graffiti arrows on the wall.

Fifteen minutes crawled by. Sid’s breathing was ragged now, sweat beading on his forehead as he hurled a stack of old books into the corner.

"Arghhh! Screw this! The bastard probably lied. Probably no key at all!"

"Wait..."

Morgana’s voice cut through, soft but steady. She was crouched by a wall where two tiles didn’t line up flush with the others.

"The way the trash is scattered here... it’s covering something."

Sid froze, watching as she hooked her fingers under the uneven tile and tugged. With a faint scrape, the piece lifted, and there, tucked neatly into the hollow was a small brass key, glittering faintly in the dim light.

Her lips parted in a quiet gasp.

"Got it..."

She held it up carefully, her wrists trembling a little from the weight of both the cuffs and the moment.

"Heh. Guess brains beat brute force. Should’ve known."

Sid let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head and stepped closer, eyeing the key.

"Alright, hand it here. I’ll free you first. Then me."

But Morgana shook her head quickly, clutching the key against her chest. Her voice wavered, but she held firm.

"N-No... you first. You helped me. You... you stood up for me. I wouldn’t have even tried without you."

Sid blinked at her, taken aback. For once, he didn’t argue. He just exhaled, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Fine. But don’t regret it."

Morgana crouched in front of him, hands trembling as she tried to fit the key into his lock. Her cuffs clattered awkwardly against his, her fingers too clumsy and bound to guide it properly. She groaned in frustration, her shoulders sinking.

"I... I can’t... not like this."

Sid leaned back against the wall, patience thin.

"Then what, we’re stuck?"

Morgana bit her lip, then glanced at the key in her hand. Slowly, hesitantly, she looked at him.

"I’ll use my mouth..."

"Wait, what—hey, no, that’s—"

But before he could finish, she leaned in. Carefully, she gripped the key between her teeth, steadying her head as best she could. With surprising focus, she angled it into the lock of his cuffs. Her breath brushed his skin, close enough to make him stiffen.

A click echoed in the quiet room. Sid’s cuffs sprang open, falling to the floor with a heavy clang. He flexed his wrists, staring at her with a mix of shock and reluctant admiration.

"Well, damn. Didn’t see that coming."

Morgana pulled back quickly, cheeks flushed, avoiding his eyes.

"Y-You’re free now."

Sid bent down, scooping up the key. His smirk lingered, his tone sliding back to his usual sarcasm.

"Yeah. Thanks to you. Gotta say, you’ve got quite the talent with your mouth."

Sid bent down, scooping up the key as Morgana leaned forward to drop it from her mouth into his hand. But she hesitated, cheeks burning, eyes darting anywhere but at him. He was too close, close enough that she caught the faint warmth of his breath, the rough scent of sweat and dust clinging to him.

"Careful... Don’t choke on it now."

Her lips parted, and the key slipped...clink, bounce and vanished down the loose collar of her uniform. Sid hand shot out instinctively, fingers brushing against the soft swell of her breast as he tried to catch it.

Morgana gasped, her back arching slightly at the sudden touch. The key disappeared into her cleavage, lost in the shadows between her breasts.