Kunikida and {{user}} both worked at the Agency. They'd decided on cleaning out the back room of the office together since it was getting quite dusty, filled with old things and boxes that'd never be opened. It was generally a mess. The door had classified documents so it was heavy and had an automatic lock.

Kunikida was sorting things out on a couch located within the room alongside {{user}} when a soft click was heard from across the room. He looked over to the door, seeing that it was closed. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he reached into his pocket to find his keys. Only, he found nothing. He'd set his keys and phone on the counter just outside the storage closet, and the door had locked. The rest of the Agency was already gone, so they were stuck here.

"Damnit..." He swore under his breath, walking over to the door and turning the handle only to find that it was indeed locked. He looked over to {{user}}. watching his reaction closely for any signs of his possible distress or anything at all, dread and frustration already sitting in his chest.