(Yes, it was the door)<br/><br/>Alas, her desperate attempts to escape came to no avail, for the door wouldn't budge an inch. Eventually, one would realize the futility of trying to break out, especially with her wounds. However, one would also think that the door should be easy to break down, after all, it's primarily made from wood that is centuries old. It should've been easy to break down, yet, it stood, stubborn as a rock. Soon, a bitter cold wafted through the darkness, gnawing at Liirah's exposed skin. She needed light, and quickly, for frostbite could set in at any moment, possibly followed by death.