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Daniella liked being admired as brave by the other girls, but to call her fearless was an overstatement. She was good at masking it but felt it none the less.

She ran towards the door and tried and pushed the handle. The handle pushed her instead.

It did not move the slightest.

"L-locked! N-no...! Claire!" - She called upon her friend who had neglected her on that damned place.

Her fists pounded on the door, pounded until skin turned red, muscle turn sore, bone and knuckles near breaking point. But the door reverberated in response. To Daniella, it sounded as if it were laughing. Laughing at her unfortune.

Suddenly, a light appeared behind her. Her shadow reflected on the door.

She gave a quick glance at the stage.

Illuminated there, a figure stood distantly.