┊basement + storage.

Sena's defence was that he was a lemur deep down. He had the instincts of an explorer, with a curious mind and busy fingers. If he saw something new, he wanted to go inspect it. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to rummage through it. It was just part of who he was, and it got worse when he was feeling anxious and restless. His new album was behind schedule and it was really hard to get muse in this place. Ironically, the show that was his band in Japan and all the annoyance being around them gave him, it fed his creative process. Here he was... unbothered, mostly, but also bored, and the loneliness was... louder.

He'd been wandering around the apartment complex in search of a new frappuccino when he spotted a new, unfamiliar door. It called to him. He couldn't resist it, he just had to find out where it lead! He had time anyway, what was the harm?

Sena pulled it open, his heart pitter-pattering excitedly at the prospect of uncovering something new, and stepped inside. The door was heavy and fell shut without his help. Then, something clicked, but Sena wouldn't realise what that meant until later.

It took him a little over an hour to look through every box in the storage room. He found nothing particularly interesting, other than the fact that this was a self-locking door and he was trapped. There was no release button in the room which was, honestly, such a fire hazard. Sena, clad in a skirt, thigh-highs, military boots and a baggy T-shirt with a silver chain, took a seat on the floor and stared at the door.

He couldn't open it. The windows didn't open either. There was no second exit. He didn't have his phone.

"..."

He wasn't sure how he felt in this moment. He wasn't angry, or afraid, or sad. He was- rattled by this unexpected turn of events, and amused.

The amusement turned to boredom, then to irritation and finally to resignation. A full 24 hours later, Sena was getting really sick of being locked in this place. He had already inspected every single box in the place and in general made a bit of a mess of things. That had happened during his 'anxious am I never getting out of here' phase.

Just then, he smelled something. Sena wrinkled his nose. It was an alpha, ugh, but more importantly- it was a person.

Sena scrambled to his feet and dashed to the door. He pressed his full body against it and smacked it with the palm of his hand. Once, three times, then five times in a row.