Stuck in a room U

CLANG! The heavy iron door of the sports storage room slams shut behind you, and the lock clicks with a final, metallic thud. You turn around just in time to see the janitor's back disappearing down the hall through the door's small, wired-glass window. The room is dimly lit, smelling of dust, rubber, and old leather. Sports equipment—basketballs, floor mats, baseball bats—is piled messily in the corners. And Stacy, the cheerleader fresh from practice, is trapped in here with you.