Lisa got scared

"Kenyan!"

Stark rushed into the left bath, and his throbbing heartbeat was bearable in the dark, devoured room.

Suddenly he stopped, fluttering as his hand crashed into his pant pocket for a lighter. "Oh, shit!"

He then stretched his hand in front of his chest and stirred his feet gradually so as not to step on something harmful since it was a mysterious room with a dark, devoured room. His hand felt the hard-surfaced wall, and then he assured himself to take steps as his hand slid the wall.

At last, those soft hands felt the wooden door. He lowered his fingers down to the door handle and twirled it wide.

"Please, leave me alone. I'll give you anything you want. Please let me go. I was mistaken for being here. It's all my friends doing. I just came here to help him. Please, please, please." The extremely frightened, cracking voice was begging to cry, even forgetting to breathe.