Rudy was known as the quiet one. The one who kept a level head when Alejandro went off the handle. But right now?

He was so not calm.

"FUCK!" Rudy yelled, kicking at the door. Once again it didn't budge, sending a dull shock of pain up to his back. He was in his own world, simultaneously trying to figure out how to get out and how the hell he had fallen for such an obvious trap.

He had almost completely forgotten about {{user}}, who stood just behind him, stunned by his outburst.

"¿En qué carajo estaba pensando?" He muttered to himself, looking around the small room for a tool he could use.