"You can't open the door until the electricity is restored," Ace said bluntly.
Joanna's jaw dropped. "If the electricity doesn't come back on by tonight, I'll have to spend the night with you!"
"I can handle it. It's only one night, after all." Ace was so calm that Joanna wondered where his anxiety from earlier had gone. Only now did she realize that she had fallen into his trap.
"Didn't you say you had PTSD and that your organs would fail and you'd die? " She asked him suspiciously.
"I'll be alright if you're here to give me hugs. I can handle you," Ace said smoothly.
Joanna was speechless.
"You might be able to stand me, but I can't stand you," she remarked, rolling her eyes. "I have to get out of here today!"
She wanted to use the light from her phone to try to figure out how to open the doorknob, but unfortunately, her phone ran out of battery and turned off.
The room became dark once again.