ARCHIVE ROOM*

Tessa had almost lost her voice from screaming, and her palms were sore from pounding at the glass door repeatedly.

If got to a point when she grabbed the only chair she found in the room and brought it to the door, trying to shatter it with the metal, but the chair did nothing to the glass at all.

It was bouncing back as she slammed, do she sweatily dropped it and looked around for windows, but there’s just one, and it’s built with the same glass the door was built with.

She stood on the chair and tried pushing the window open, but it was futile cos...