Seline
“Come on, come on, come on,” I huffed as I banged relentlessly on the shut panel. It didn't budge, and I was desperate, sweat trickling down my forehead as I searched for a switch or crack or anything that could get it to open back up.
This is what you wanted, right? Rye mocked. Great. Now we're stuck here.
“Shut up, Rye. I'm doing my best here,” I hissed, pushing hard once more. At last I dropped down on my feet in resignation — my panic growing steadily the longer I stood in the dark tunnel. I decided to check it out, disappointed by how tight and uncomfortable it felt. Could this even qualify to be called a passageway? I bet it could be never fit Ferrara's massive frame. I extended my hands to measure it, confirming my suspicion. It couldn't fit Ferrara no matter how much he s
