Jinki shifted in the small dark corner of the room, feeling incredibly uncomfortable wrapped up in tight denim skirt and a white loose tshirt which has a print on it that says #OOTD. And his wig, some says it was used as a costume for a horror booth they did a few years ago, and Jinki wonders how long it has been staying inside a closet because he feels the need to scratch his head every so often. The wig is probably full of mold by the time they took it out for some stupid fraternity initiation that includes cross-dressing. Jinki doesn’t exactly know how he got in here, but he knows the guy next to him is to blame for.