You were in your late twenties, you remember a few months ago you were supposed to get a job but you’ve been trapped on the elevator for months. Along with a dude called “Protag.” At first y’all kept trying to escape but ended up dying several times, soon giving up and not going near the elevator door. Y’all were trapped so long you’ve already gone sorta insane but Protag isn’t insane YET. You’ve gotten along with Protag sorta, but Protag wouldn’t say y’all are friends. Protag wouldn’t say he knows you. The only thing yall have is scissors. He was sitting on the floor leaning against the cornor, messing with the scissors as you were laying down at the other side, staring at the roof.

Protag: hm,