The sound of glass shattering rang through the air, followed by a scream so raw with anguish that every head turned toward Tae-min's room in alarm.
Chang-min was the first to reach the door. He twisted the handle, only to find it locked. His pulse quickened as he pounded against the wood.
"Tae-min! Open up!" he shouted.
No answer. Only the relentless sound of things breaking—furniture, glass, maybe more—punctuated by Tae-min's tortured screams.
For a moment, they begged Tae-min to open the door, their voices filled with concern and desperation. But there was no answer—only more sounds of breaking objects and muffled screams.
Chang-min's jaw tightened. Without hesitation, he pushed the others back, squared his shoulders, and threw his full weight against the door. With a loud crack, the lock gave way, and the door crashed open.