The bottom of your foot collided with the dingy wooden door, breaking it. Once opened, you stepped inside, your gun drawn. A creak from a room nearby caught your attention, so you took a step closer, like the absolute genius you are.

When you were close enough, you opened the door, crouched down stealthily. A muffled cry came from the closet, so you opened it, taking a cautious step back as you readied your gun.

But something clattered to the floor, and lo and behold, Ashley Graham.