Shouting!
He seized the cold handle, yanking with everything he had. Muscles screamed, the door rattled slightly, but refused to open.
“What the hell is this!” he shouted, voice shattering against the walls in sharp echoes. Panic surged like fire in his veins. His grip slipped on the chilled steel, breath coming fast. The chamber had become his prison.
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