Raquel
The vault’s independent ventilation system had clearly been compromised and smoke began to fill up the small space. The temperature of the room was also getting noticeably hotter by the second. I figured at this rate we’d have two, maybe three minutes tops before we either suffocated or roasted to death. Chan was barely conscious as it was, the smoke triggering a massive asthma attack. He was currently lying on the floor, trying to figure out which shade of blue to turn next as he watched me repeatedly bang a metal folding chair, using my wrists to hold it because my hands hurt like motherfuckers, dressed in only my jeans and a bra.
“Don’t…worry...,” I huffed in between whacks at the door. “Someone will…hear the banging.”
Chan gave me a thumbs-up, mustered what I was now sure wou
