/Eliana's POV/
The sirens became louder as we fastly wore the clothes we got in front of us. Riccardo barely wore his sweatpants, and I wore his hoodie.
"Are you done?" He asked as he put a jacket on.
"Yeah, how can we get out of here?" I looked around. There is nothing we can do to escape at this time.
"We will climb," he opened the window and looked down. "It's not that bad," he snatched the sheets from the mattress and tied them into a knot.
"Wait. . ." I held his hand, "What about your job?" I shouldn't be concerned about it, but I couldn't help. I mean, he has sacrificed most of his life for this thing, and I don't want to ruin it, well, not now.
"Don't you think it's already late for that?" He encircled the sheets around my waist,
"But. . ."
