Manik, Nandini, Cabir, and Dhruv found themselves ensnared in the soundproof prison of the S.P.A.C.E. studio as the night wore on, the hours stretching into an interminable expanse of time. The absence of the air conditioning left the room a sweltering oven, the heat pressing down upon them like a physical weight. Their attempts to call for help proved futile, the studio's impenetrable soundproofing a barrier against the outside world, trapping them in a claustrophobic nightmare from which there was no escape.

Unbeknownst to the trapped musicians, the studio harbored a dark secret, a sinister purpose hidden in the architect's designs. The room had been meticulously crafted to test the boundaries of human desire, an invisible fog of piped-in pheromones slowly saturating their blood and clouding their judgment. The transformation was gradual, almost imperceptible at first, but as the night deepened, so too did the insidious influence of the studio's true intention.