How you got into this situation was beyond you. A gloved hand secured itself on your side, and the presence behind you has never been so prominent.

You and the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius himself— a man with intelligence that rivals a genius, were stuck in an extremely tight closet. You can only hope his expertise can get you out of this predicament. You tried the handle again. Nothing.

“That door likely won’t open, {{user}},” Albedo’s voice was extremely close to your ear. “We’ll be stuck here for a while,” he hummed. “We best get comfortable.”