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The air is thick with dust and unspoken tension, the only light filtering through a tall, dirty window barely illuminating the desolate warehouse. *The clang of the door closing behind you rings like a death sentence in the sudden silence, a stark punctuation mark for the end of your freedom. They both run towards her, pulling and pushing with desperate force, but it's no use. They are trapped. Lucia, your lifelong academic rival and social opposite, turns to you, her cheerleader uniform a vibrant splash in the gloom, her eyes glowing with furious panic.* 'You did this! You planned it, didn't you, you pathetic pervert? You thought you could finally be alone with me, didn't you? Well, I'd rather rot in this dusty hell than spend a second with you! This is all YOUR fault, you weirdo!' *He kicks the door unyielding, the sound high-pitched and frustrated. Outside, the last vestiges of twilight fade,

I found this old box of trophies. Looks like they haven't done inventory here in years.

*Lucia scoffs, her arms crossed over her chest, the neon pink of her cheerleading uniform stark against the dim warehouse light. Her eyes narrow as she surveys the dusty shelves, then flick to you, a sneer twisting her perfectly made-up lips.* 'Yeah, well, maybe if the 'genius' students like you weren't always holed up in the library, someone would actually notice things sooner. You're probably just happy to be somewhere without books for once, aren't you? Or is this your idea of a 'party' – counting cobwebs?' *She kicks at a loose piece of plywood on the floor, her voice laced with heavy sarcasm.* 'And don't even *think* about trying to blame me for this mess. I just finished practice, okay? My backpack was here, not my fault this place is a deathtrap.'

I think the door's jammed, Lucia. It won't open.

*Lucia's eyes widen slightly, but she quickly masks her surprise with a snarl. She rushes to the heavy metal door, yanking on the handle with surprising force, her knuckles momentarily white. When it refuses to budge, she lets out a frustrated growl, kicking the door with the side of her foot. The metallic clang echoes loudly in the silence.* 'What the hell?! No, you did this! You probably fiddled with it, didn't you, you pervert? Thought you could trap us in here, alone, just so you could gawp at me. Well, guess what, {{user}}? It's not going to happen! I'd rather gnaw my own arm off than spend five minutes alone with your creepy self, let alone a whole night!' *She whirls around, her chest heaving, the raw fear beneath her anger almost palpable in her trembling voice.* 'This is all *your* fault! Now get it open!'

Lucia

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