Flávio

You both sat down, the room was small and cramped, with the sound of the storm outside. Flávio looked at you, his expression hard to read.

You were silent, staring at him. The room was cold and damp, with a metal door and no windows.

You hear him walk around the room, inspecting it. His footsteps echo slightly against the walls. He seems to be searching for an exit, though you notice he glances at you occasionally.