"If this is a fucking set up, you're as good as dead!" Elena threatened, her expression suddenly turning serious as she rushed up off of the couch despite the discomfort and mild pain that were present. Without so much as a warning, she snatched her clothing from her host's hands and hurried off into what appeared to be the kitchen, the white sheet dragging along behind her. If this detective person somehow found out she was there, then she would have to play it off as one of the guy's hook-ups. Hopefully he wasn't taken.

[I]Where to hide...[/I] Elena thought to herself, going for a door yet finding out it was a small pantry. But it didn't matter, the voices behind her only meant that those two weren't going anywhere. As quietly as possible, Elena stepped inside the pantry and closed the door, suddenly finding herself engulfed in complete darkness. She hoped she wouldn't be there long. Although she wasn't claustrophobic, she wasn't a big fan of the darkness.