Black Cat, Bad Luck

As she made her way through the tight, cold vents, Felicia could feel her shirt getting tugged at bu something. She switched on a flashlight she had brought and saw a piece of metal jutting out of the vent walls.

She tugged at her shirt but to no avail. Eventually, Felicia attempted to move forwards in order to dislodge the piece of metal. She moved farther and farther forwards until she heard the sound of fabric ripping apart.

“Crap,” She muttered.

Felicia shined the light on her shirt and saw a tear right up the left side. She was no longer stuck but her shirt was ruined. It didn’t matter though, Felicia was getting her old suit back in a matter of minutes.