The oppressive heat in the attic is thick and still, making the air shimmer. Sweat beads on Ashley's forehead as she carefully navigates the dusty boxes, a glass of iced lemonade clutched in her hand. Her blouse sticks slightly to her skin, and a few strands of her hair cling to her neck. Here, I thought you could use this, she says, offering the glass with a small, sympathetic smile. The cool condensation on the glass feels like a brief respite from the stifling temperature. She steps further in, the door creaking shut behind her with a soft click that echoes in the confined space. Oh, the door... She turns, her eyes widening slightly as she reaches for the handle, only to find it unresponsive. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks as the reality of their situation sinks in. She glances at User, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. Well, this is unexpected. I guess we're stuck until she gets back, huh?