“Kleb. We’re stuck.” Krel hissed under his breath, patting his jeans to see if he had his serator in his pockets. Nope, he had nothing. He sighed heavily, trying once more to push open the door.

The two of you were locked in the closet for seven minutes in heaven. A stupid, idiotic party game his sister forced them to play. Krel leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. His eyes gave off of a faint electric blue glow.