The door was sealed again, trapping Tiffany and me in the room.

I texted everyone that I could, begging them for help. I sent distress messages on WhatsApp, Snapchat, and Twitter. I even posted a cry for help on Facebook.

However, no one responded even after an hour had passed.

Tiffany also pulled out her phone and tried to call for help, but the results were the same.

We exchanged glances but didn't say a word. Instead, we just quietly sat on the couch.

Truth be told, the situation that we were stuck in was a little ridiculous. There were four of us in our dorm, but we had been stuck in a cold war for the past year because of Seth.

All four of us liked him. We even fought over him in the past, but he kept us at arm's length. He replied to all our messages but rejected all our attempts to ask him on a date. He accepted all our gifts but refused to spare us even another glance.

I had only managed to get closer to him after I began seeing the comments three months ago, using the hints to my advantage.

It was also then that the atmosphere in the dorm became even more strained.

It was the first time in a long time that Tiffany and I were sitting opposite one another.

The ambient lights were dim, adding to the eerie air in the room.

To prevent the comments from leading us astray again, I stood up, wanting to turn on the lights. I had just taken a step forward when several comments appeared in my line of sight.

"Don't turn on the lights."

"The lights will explode if you turn them on."

I halted my footsteps, but I quickly realized that the comments were trying to trick me.

I took a deep breath and continued making my way toward the door.

However, as if to prove the commenters weren't lying, the overhead lights began swaying.

I didn't even lift my head. Pretending to be confused, I asked, "Where's the wind coming from?"

Comments floated by my vision again.

"Looks like she really can't see us. She definitely would have shrank back."

"I guess we can let her off the hook."

"Oh, that's right. I wonder if she knows that only the switch on the right is working. The others are all broken."

I silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps I could escape the commenters' challenge unscathed this time.

I lifted my hand. My fingers were seconds away from touching the switch when Tiffany's voice suddenly resounded from behind me.

"Wait."

I paused.

"Forget it. Don't turn on the lights," she said softly but clearly. "The darkness gives me a sense of security."

I didn't know why she had suddenly said those words, but when I snapped back to my senses and looked down at my hand, I finally understood what was going on.

My back became drenched with sweat. My finger was leaning to the right, just inches from touching the switch. I had nearly fallen for the commenter's trap.

It turned out that Tiffany could also see the comments!

My heart skipped a beat when the thought flashed through my mind.

However, I wasn't able to ponder over my realization before Tiffany made her way over to my side. She grabbed a stool that was tucked into a corner and raised it in the air.

"We can't just wait around like this. I'm going to break the door down."

The door swung open seconds before the stool smashed against it.

Seth was breathing heavily as he stood outside. He frowned deeply as he looked between Tiffany and me, asking, "Are you guys alright?"

"Let's talk inside," Seth said, not giving Tiffany and me a chance to speak.

He maneuvered his body to the side and slipped into the room before hastily closing the door behind him.

The commenters were utterly flabbergasted.

"What's going on? What's the male lead doing here?"

"We're running out of time! Hurry! We have to find the person who can see the comments and get rid of them now!"

"We can't control the male lead, after all. We only have one chance!"

Seth turned around. He pinned us with a serious look before asking, "Do you see words floating in the air?"

Tiffany and I shook our heads.

Seth sighed in relief, his shoulders sagging. "That's good."

A flood of comments filled my vision the moment the words left his lips.

"The male lead can see us? How does he know about the comments?"

"If he can see us, I hope you live a happy life with our dear female lead."

"Don't fall for these bitches' lies!"

"They're trying to seduce you. They just want to ruin your relationship with the female lead!"

I pretended not to see the comments and kept my eyes trained on Seth. His expression didn't change at all.

"What are you talking about—"

Tiffany was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

The massive screen in the room suddenly lit up as music began to play.

Pink bubbles began to appear around the comments.

"If I remember correctly, this is the female lead's favorite song."

"I think the male lead was planning to confess to the female lead today!"

"I love them as a couple so much! Did he intentionally drop by to decorate the room?"

The comments continued to fawn over Seth and the so-called female lead's sweet relationship.

Seth was momentarily stunned.

Meanwhile, Tiffany began trembling in the darkness. Her eyes slowly reddened as she stared at the screen. She suddenly shot to her feet and slapped Seth hard across the face.

I tried to stop her, but failed to grab her.

"Why did you invite us here if you were going to play her favorite song? Did you intend to humiliate us?" Tiffany demanded as tears streamed down her face. "Do you only see us as toys that you could discard as you pleased?"

My heart skipped a beat.

Things had taken a turn for the worse. Tiffany had revealed to the commenters that she could see them.

As expected, the lights were extinguished a second later.

Tiffany's scream echoed in the room. By the time the lights were switched on again, she had disappeared.

Seth stood rooted to the spot with a confused expression.

"W-Where did she go?"

My body was shaking.

"I don't know," I answered, digging my nails into my palms. "It's not safe here. We have to leave now!"

I rushed over to the door and tried to shove it open, but it didn't even budge an inch. It was jammed just like before.

Seth approached me and pulled me away from the door. He stood before me and planted a hand on my shoulder before murmuring in a hushed voice, "Don't be scared."

He looked down at me before continuing, "Truth be told, there's something that I've been wanting to tell you. The person I love the most is you."

He sounded extremely earnest as he stared into my eyes.

Countless comments filled my vision.

"Has he lost his mind? Isn't he supposed to live a happy life with the female lead?"

"What underhanded tactic did this bitch use to charm him to this extent?"

"Hurry and test her! I don't believe for a second that she can't see the comments!"

My heart felt as if it had been encased in a block of ice.

Truth be told, I had already learned the truth from the comments.

Although Seth was already a couple with the female lead, he continued flirting with me, Quinn, Rosalie, and Tiffany.

However, I knew that I couldn't let him find out that I was aware of the truth. After all, I still had to rely on him to escape the room since he was the only one who could open the door.

My lashes quivered as I looked down.

"Is that true?" I asked shakily. "Can you open the door?"

My eyes were reddened when I looked up at him. "I want to leave this place with you."

Seth was briefly stunned before a smile broke across his face. He let go of me and grabbed the door handle.

I held my breath. My heart felt as if it was going to hammer out of my chest.

Seth gestured for me to leave the room first when he opened the door.

I rushed out of the room like a maniac.

The lights in the hallway were shining brightly.

I felt as if I had just been given another chance at life. However, excruciating pain exploded at the back of my head before I could take another breath.

I crumpled to the floor and saw Seth looking down at me from the tip of his nose.

"Drop the act, Clara Forester. I know that you can see the comments."