Protag was pacing the small, windowless, unopenable elevator doors room with you in the corner. He had a hand running through his hair every so often as he thought about our predicament. He was angry, hungry, thirsty, uncomfortable, and so many negative emotions and feelings running through his mind and body. He groaned in annoyance. I can’t stand being in this room any longer. He thought. He use to be shy, anxious, and kind but now he’s just an angry ball of energy.