Dylan tried to kick the door open but he couldn't, "Can I get a chisel?" Dylan asked Tina, looking really stressed and sweaty.
Tina looked a bit confused.
"I'm not sure we have that here sir." Tina replied.
Tina went towards the direction of the store to find a chisel or any tool that could cut the door lock.
"Stop this Amelia!" Dylan pleaded. At that point, Amelia couldn't say nor do anything, her breath had been partly seized and hearing Dylan's voice from her not so conscious state made her want to die quickly but she was finding it uneasy to move her legs away from the chair.