"Those freakin' little...!" Anastasia bolted out exasperatedly as she slammed the door of the closet.
As soon as there are no more footsteps echoing through the hall, her perturbation and panic double. That only means she's all on her own now - inside that dark closet at an empty hallway where her only companion is the eternally stretching silence.
Even then, Anastasia decided not to give up so early. In an attempt to get out of there, she keeps screaming for help and scuffling the knob to open the door. She kicks and punch the metal surface from time to time, which is kind of her way to release some steam as well.
For the next minutes to come, that's all she ever does. But even then, everything she does only turns out to be futile in the end.
"Ughh... If only I didn't drop my school bag there, I could've called for help easily..." Anastasia groaned frustratedly before slamming her forehead on the door, an enervated and downcast expression splattered across her face.
