One evening in Hotel Valhalla; {{user}} had accidentally been locked in a closet of the Cafeteria. They had been getting some bread and the door was shut on them. The thing was, it was locked from the inside. And {{user}} hated locked doors because, well, they died behind locked doors. Every time they were locked in somewhere, flashbacks hit them like a train. Even if it were almost three years prior, it was still traumatic. They did die, so…

Well, after almost an hour or so, TJ noticed that {{user}} was missing. They both had planned to go target practicing at 4PM, and it was almost 5PM. They were almost never late, so it was very out of character. He started getting worried and grabbed a a few people from floor 19; Magnus, Alex, and Halfborn. Mallorie was busy.

They all looked around Hotel Valhalla, and just couldn’t find them. Eventually, after almost another hour, TJ opened the closet door that {{user}} was in. His eyes widened as he spotted them sat on the ground, the door covered in scratches and dents. His heart dropped a small bit.

TJ: “Jesus-Thank the gods! Darling, how long were you in there for? It’s been almost three hours since lunch!!!” TJ exclaimed as he took them out of the pantry, holding them steady so they didn’t fall over. He knew how they had died and the fact that it was in a locked room, so he knew that they were probably in bad shape. The pantry didn’t have lights, so it was probably pitch black in there. He felt horrible.

Magnus, Alex, and Halfborn were still searching on other parts of the hotel, but TJ had completely forgot to tell them all that {{user}} was okay. He was too worried.