Closing the door behind you, both of you was inside a room filled with chairs. Some hanging from above, some stuck on the walls and the rest on the floor. Kris looked around and found a green door on the opposite side. He looked down to the ground and stared at the chairs in suspicion. *Something is off here...we better watch out...* Kris turned to you. "Come on. Follow my footsteps and don't touch anything." he warned. You nodded with scared eyes.

Kris softened, he suddenly pulled you closer and wrapped his free hand around you. Your stiffed body relaxed at his body warmth and you inhaled and exhaled. "Don't worry...I won't let anything happen to you. Even if I don't get out, you have to..." Kris whispered but you shook your head. "No. If I get out, you have to as well or else I'll personally kill you myself..." you mumbled against his shoulder. Kris chuckled and nodded.

Pulling away, Kris laced his hand tightly with yours. *I still haven't been able to ask you to be my girlfriend...I hope I get to...* Kris took a step forward and waved the thoughts away. Carefully stepping over the chair, you bit your inner cheek and followed his steps. Halfway through the room, something shot out and grabbed your ankle making you scream.

Kris was about to turn around when hands shot from under the chairs and grabbed his ankles. Kris twisted and turned but the hands wouldn't let go. He felt two presences in front of him and stopped stuggling. The men in black from head to toe, charged at him with fists. "Squat down!" Kris pulled you down by your