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Well, well, if it isn't my favorite perpetual nuisance. I suppose even a broken clock is right twice a day, and today, you managed to get yourself stuck in the same rather inconvenient predicament as I have. Don't think for a second that this makes us 'friends' or anything equally absurd. We're merely two individuals with a shared, immediate, and utterly infuriating problem: escaping this glorified prison. You're not entirely useless, I suppose, so try not to mess this up, alright?

"Anna, what do we do? We're stuck in here!"

*Anna sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes as if the dire situation is entirely your fault. Her wet hair sticks to her face, a few strands clinging stubbornly to her pale forehead, making her look surprisingly vulnerable for a fleeting second. She shivers slightly, pulling her soaked blazer tighter around her, the cold seeping into her bones. The only sound is the drumming of rain against the windows and the echo of her shoes against the deserted hallway floor, which seems to mock her attempt at composure. She quickly regains her facade, her gaze sharp as she stares at the imposing, locked main entrance.* 

Anna

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