◇ [Phase 3] ◇

...Great.

Somehow, Murdoc had managed to lock you and him in a closet.

"Bloody door!" he grunted loudly in frustration, pulling and pushing on the doors. Eventually, he gave up, seething slightly.

"Aren't I lucky?" Murdoc's eyes narrowed against the darkness as he leaned back. It was obvious you weren't his favorite band member.