Did I try to escape? Yes.

Was that stupid? Also yes.

Would I have regretted it if I didn't at least try? Most definitely. NO RAGERTS, BITCHES!

I waited and listened. I sat quietly on the floor with my head leaned in close to the door. I heard the faint sounds of plates being moved and the sink being filled for the dishes. I heard footsteps coming toward my door multiple times. My heart jumped into my throat each time I heard footsteps coming closer, even though I knew, realistically, they were almost 100% just going to their own room and not coming to mine to see me scheming.

After about an hour (at least I think it was about an hour. I did not ask about getting a clock, yet), I opened the door extremely slowly. It turns out that it wasn't necessary because the door did not make a sound, which I was extremely grateful for. Maybe they really did underestimate me? Maybe they thought a good meal and conversation would make me forget I was their hostage?

I didn't know, but I wasn't about to let that opportunity go to waste.

'Slow and steady wins the race,' I chanted to myself over and over again as I crept down the hallway. Of course they put me at the end so I would have to go past all of these doors. I cursed their genius while simultaneously rejoicing in their naivety as I got closer to the living room, and then made my way back to the dining room that was empty and clean, no evidence left behind of the feast that was had hours beforehand, except for the faint smell that lingers after a delicious meal had been cooking for hours.

I crept along in the dark, my hand trailing along the walls to find the door.

Except I didn't find a door. I started from the hallway, went around the perimeter of the living room, moved onto the dining room without losing contact with the wall, and into the kitchen that I had not had the chance to see in the light.

I bumped into a stool that was next to the counter and I froze. I tried to control my breathing and listen to see if anyone would come to find me slinking around like a criminal, but I didn't hear anything, so I continued. I was even more careful and moved even more slowly after that.

I trailed my hand along the wall back into the dining room that eventually lead back into the living room and back to that forsaken hallway that held nothing but bedrooms and two bathrooms. When I paid closer attention to the hallway, I noticed you could tell which room belonged to whom because of the décor displayed on the door. I made sure to count the rooms and the people here, and everything added up nicely, so I was 99% sure that the exit was not hidden among the bedrooms.

Was it a hidden doorway? I decided to make another lap around, feeling every crack and crevice with my fingertips to try to find a hinge that would lead me to freedom.

In the kitchen, I carefully maneuvered around the stool without bumping it this time, and raised my fist in silent victory before moving on again.

I made it back to the starting point without feeling any crevices that could hint to a hidden door.

I was starting to get nervous. There had to be a way out, right? Maybe not. With Kurogiri, they didn't really need an exit, did they? Surely they had an emergency exit somewhere. What if Kurogiri had left and they needed to exit immediately due to a fire or something? These people are villains, but they are not stupid.

I decided to make one more slow lap around, because I knew I would beat myself up later if I didn't take the chance to triple check. I did a little victory dance when I once again avoided the stool in the kitchen before pausing. What if the exit was a trap door under the table? First, I would check under the small table in the kitchen that I had felt on my first lap around when I jumped away from the noisy stool. Then, I would check under the dining table when I made my way back into the dining room. I slowly dropped to my hands and knees and blindly swept my arms around as I crawled towards the table that I had never actually seen. I felt a table leg and maneuvered my way under the table. I felt all along the tile floor and tried digging my nails in where there might be a crack, but I had no luck.

I tried not to give up hope and reminded myself that there was still the dining room table to look under, which would make more sense as a more central location in the hideout. I crawled backwards and reached up to grab the edge of the table to hoist myself up without fear of cracking my head open on the edge of the table.

Before I could begin to pull myself back to a standing position, a hand grabbed my wrist that was supporting my weight on the table and yanked me up toward the center of the table. Before I could verbally react by screaming as loudly as I could, a hand slapped over my mouth. The other hand that had pulled me up took place behind my head to make sure I was firmly restrained from yelling out.

As a reflex, I tried pulling back, but quickly stopped once my brain caught up to the fact that I was in a hideout surrounded by villains and I was stuck. No one here was going to help me. Yelling would just alarm more people of my escape attempt. So, I forced myself to relax and tried to make out the features of the person who was apparently sitting on top of a table, in the dark, in the middle of the night. Seems like a strange hobby, but go off.

My eyes would just not adjust, though. I don't think there are any windows in this place. Either that or we're surrounded by only interior walls, which seemed unlikely. There was no light to reflect off of the figure who held me captive. I had no way of even making out a basic shape. I was completely at their mercy and completely helpless.

At that realization, I relaxed further, not having to force myself this time. I placed both my hands palm down on the table and tilted my head down, but not resisting against the hands that still covered my mouth and gripped the back of my head.

When the light flipped on, I knew I done fucked up.