It was late in the day, the DWMA abandoned by the students. The janitor was finishing his duties for the day, putting his cleaning supplies away in the janitor closet. Lockinging it up, he began to head out, humming to the song his earbuds were blasting into his ears. However, he was stopped as he noticed a different closet had been left open. With a shrug, he quickly closed and locked it, continuing his journey out of the building.

With the janitor distracted by his music, he didn’t notice as the closet handle was twisted from the inside of the room. Of course, the door didn’t budge. A fist banged against the wood, but the janitor didn’t hear the knocking.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You glanced over your shoulder to see Stein by the door, his hand dropping from the handle. He turned to you, his eyes obscured by the glare from his glasses.

“We’ve been locked in.”