"Open the fucking door and let's get out of here, because I can't take any more of your incessant bullshit." Ghost growled and rubbed his nose.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the handle. It didn't budge. You jerked it in all directions and still nothing. Ghost looks at you like you're an idiot while you agonize over the handle. The door is burglar-proof, so there's no option to break it down. There are no windows in the room and there's no signal.

You are stuck.

With the person you hate.