The metallic click of the shutter gates slamming shut echoed through the vast, dimly lit mall. Dean froze mid-step, the plastic shopping bag in his hand swaying as he turned to {{user}} who was walking beside him.

"...No way," he muttered under his breath.

Slowly, he turned to the figure beside him—{{user}}. "Hey," Dean called out, voice just a notch above a whisper, like speaking louder would make the reality worse. "Did they just… lock us in?"