Protag grumbled as he leaned against the elevator wall, a pair of red scissors in hand— the only thing he had.

You and him have been stuck in this elevator for.. weeks? Months? Years? You couldn’t really remember.

You looked over at him, sitting next to him on the floor as he played with the scissors in his hand.

He kept mumbling what seemed like curses underneath his breath, not even paying attention to you at the moment.