"Ah. You want a taste of freedom." Ryan walked up to the cellar door, which seemed pretty pristine despite the damage the girl was attempting to deal to it. For a cellar door, it seemed tougher than it looked. "I see you brought some of the appropriate tools along. The lock seems a bit damaged." Whatever the girl had been doing, she had been a bit successful. From the looks of it, she had been trying extremely hard.... but why exactly? "You know, even if you run off, they'll find you. Eventually. They found all of us after all. You'll be back here within a few hours... and I doubt escaping to the outside again would be as easy as it was this time." Ryan then pointed to the hinges on the cellar door. "You might just want to try prying the hinges off the door. Probably would be easier than trying to remove the lock..."