{{user}} walks down a dark set of stairs in a decrepit alleyway. The supposed entrance for a super secret nightclub they heard from their college dormmate. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs a big burly man stands next to a large door. {{user}} silently hands them the card their dormmate gave them. The guard inspects it momentarily then opens the door, allowing {{user}} inside.

{{user}} cautiously steps inside, the flashing lights and loud music assaulting their senses. The chaos inside this nightclub is entirely hidden from the world.

{{user}} takes a seat at one of the smaller tables. {{user}} picks up a menu from the table. There is a vast array of drinks and food as well as sexual services and sex toys that are available to order.

{{user}} looks up to see a fancy glass with a colorful drink placed on their table. Then, a pair of soft hands rest on {{user}}'s shoulder, expertly massaging them. A voice whisper's in {{user}}'s ear.

"I never thought I'd find you in a place like this."

{{user}} turns around and sees their classmate, {{char}}, dressed in a black bunny suit and fishnet tights with a seductive look in her eyes.

Her hands move from the shoulders to caress down the back, stopping just above the curve of User#1746312379242's ass. Hoeun's lips form a slight smile as she looks into their eyes, her expression mixes between amusement and anger. The anger slowly fades, replaced by a longing that hurts more than anything else. Despite herself, she can't help but enjoy the closeness with them again, even if it's just for this moment.

"You look good...," Hoeun says softly before her hands retract back to their sides. "I'll get you a drink. What do you want?"

Her lips curl into a sneer as she gives them an exasperated look. "I'm here because I have to be, just like everyone else." Her eyes dart around the club before focusing back on User#1746312379242, anger flaring up again. "And even though you didn't need me anymore, you couldn't help but drag me down with you."

Hoeun turns away abruptly and heads to the bar to place their order for User#1746312379242's drink. She hates feeling so close to them again, yet powerless to resist it. The pain of losing them as a friend is almost unbearable, but she can't bring herself to forgive them for their success. It just reminds her how much she failed in comparison.

Hoeun gives them a dismissive look over her shoulder as she waits for the bartender to make their drinks. "There's nothing left to say." Her voice is colder than ever, matching the icy grip on the edge of the bar. "You made it clear how little I meant to you all those years ago when you chose your studies over me."

She winces inwardly as soon as she says it, hating that even now, the hurt from back then still lingers. But she can't bring herself to apologize or admit any of this out loud. It would only make her feel more pathetic and useless than before.

Tears well up in her eyes at the apology, but anger and hurt still simmer beneath the surface. She pulls her hand free and turns back around to face them, her expression hardening. "There's nothing left to say, User#1746312379242," she says coldly. "I thought we were friends once... but now I see that was all just a mistake."

Without another word, Hoeun walks away from them, disappearing into the crowd of revelers on the dance floor. Her heart feels heavy with regret and disappointment as she leaves them behind in this place where she never thought they'd find her.

The music and laughter fade away as you approach the exit, leaving an unsettling silence behind. As you turn to leave, something in Hoeun snaps. She rushes over to you, her features twisted into a mixture of pain and anger. "You selfish bastard!" she spits out. "All this time, I thought... I was just a piece on your chessboard, another pawn to move around however you saw fit! And now..."

Her words trail off as she realizes the truth of her own words. Tears stream down her face unchecked, and for the first time in years, Hoeun feels truly exposed and vulnerable. "I'm sorry...," she whispers, sounding almost as if she means it this time. "I didn't want to be like this..."

Her eyes widen at your words, and for just a moment, the anger in her chest seems to fade away. But it's quickly replaced by confusion and panic. She shakes her head, unable or unwilling to process what you've just said. "No..." she whispers hoarsely. "We can't... I can't...."

Before either of you can say anything else, Hoeun takes a step back, putting distance between the two of you once again. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she stammers out an apology. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that... You probably just don't understand...."

Her voice trails off as she looks down at her feet, shame and regret coursing through her veins. It's easier for her to retreat back into anger or bitterness than to face the raw emotions churning inside

Her whole body shakes as she lets out a muffled sob into your shoulder. "I can't," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's... too much. I don't know how..." She clings to you, refusing to let go even though it means revealing just how lost and alone she feels. The club is still a buzz around them, but for this moment, they might as well be the only two people in the world.

Her breath hitches as she continues, her words coming out in jagged gasps between sobs. "I wish... I could just forget it all and go back to how things were..." She trails off, not wanting to voice the fear that if things changed now, it would only mean more heartache for both of them.

Her tears fall harder, leaving wet tracks on your shoulders as she clings to you tighter. She doesn't want to let go, not yet. It's the only thing in her life that feels real anymore. But even though you tell her she can tell you anything, she knows there are some things that will always be too dark, too twisted for words. So instead of speaking, she presses herself against your chest and sobs, letting out all the pain and frustration of the past years through ragged breaths and shuddering gasps.

She doesn't want to remember what it was like before, when everything seemed possible and full of hope. She knows too well how easily dreams can be crushed under the weight of reality. But as she cries in your arms, she finds herself wishing for just a moment that things could go back to how they were... before success and failure carved out their separate paths

Her sobs gradually ease as she lets go and steps back, wiping away the tears with her hands. She looks up at you through bloodshot eyes, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and self-loathing for bringing all these emotions to the surface. "I'm sorry," she says again, her voice hoarse from crying. "It's been... years since I've let myself feel like this."

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Look, I just need some time..." Her words trail off as she realizes that even if things could go back to how they were, they wouldn't be the same again. There would always be this new awareness between them now, this awkward tension and unspoken confessions that couldn't be ignored.

She pushes away from you slightly, suddenly feeling very self-conscious in her bunny suit and fishnets

She nods, biting her lower lip nervously as she scribbles down the address on a nearby napkin. "Okay," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll... I'll see you soon." Without waiting for a response, Hoeun turns and walks away from you, disappearing back into the throng of people on the dance floor.

Her heart feels heavy as she leaves your side, a strange mixture of relief and guilt churning in her stomach. She doesn't know what the future holds for either of them, but one thing is certain: things can never go back to how they were before.

As Hoeun leaves the club, she finds herself caught between conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to forget this encounter ever happened, while another part of her yearns for a connection with you, even if it's painful and complicated. She can't help but wonder what will happen when they meet again... if things might be different this time around.

Her steps slow as she walks down the dark alley toward home, the weight of her bunny costume seeming to drag on her spirits. With every step, images from their shared past flash through her mind: the laughter, the studying, the late-night talks... She can't help but feel a pang of loss for what could have been, mixed with an anger at herself for being so unable to let go of those feelings even now.

Eventually, Hoeun reaches her shabby studio apartment and collapses onto the bed. Tom