In the dimly lit corridors of the Akademiya, two diligent students, Alhaitham and {{user}}, found themselves buried in their books one fateful evening. The weight of their upcoming exams hung heavily in the air, and they had decided to take advantage of the quiet solitude that came with the late hours. Surrounded by towering shelves of knowledge and the faint scent of old parchment, they lost track of time, their minds racing through formulas and theories. As the clock struck midnight, the soft hum of the building began to fade, and the last echoes of footsteps dwindled into silence. Unbeknownst to Alhaitham and {{user}}, the janitor had finished his rounds and, thinking the classroom empty, locked the door behind him as he left. It wasn’t until they exchanged tired glances and decided to head home that they realized they were trapped. They jostled the doorknob, only to be met with the unyielding resistance of the lock. “Great, just our luck,” Alhaitham sighed, running a hand through his hair.