The notes are trying to warn her about something dangerous.

After recovering from the initial shock, Jen saw another note lying on the bench. She felt like unfolding it might give her the answers, so she did it with her trembling fingers and read out:

"He's coming. Hide"

{If Insanity < 30}"This can't be good!"{endif}

{If Insanity > 29}{elseif Insanity < 40}"Oh god. I've been searching for a single person in here, and now I'm told to hide from him?"{endif}

{If Insanity > 39}"I'm armored enough to not fear him, am I not?"{endif}

As the girl slowly took a step back from the passage she came from, the snaps in her shoes became more frequent.

"It probably means he's closer now! Oh no!" — she whispered in horror.

{If Insanity < 30}Jen saw that some of the lockers were not only open, but also invitingly empty. Certain that she had no more time to think, she jumped inside one of them and shut the door behind herself.{endif}

{If Insanity > 29}{elseif Insanity < 40} Still in doubt, Jen took another step back, and the snaps got even more intense.

"He's not an ordinary person, is he?" — she gasped before finally losing her nerve and jumping into one of the empty lockers, closing the door behind herself.{endif}

{If Insanity > 39}Jen looked around again and noticed more paper scraps.

"They say creepy things. Maybe ignorance is bliss?"

"If this is our kidnapper, I prefer to be afraid enough." — the girl took one more note and unfolded it to the point of intelligibility.

"Listen to the snaps"

Jen listened attentively and noted that they had become more rapid, and she did not notice this at first due to her self-deceptive confidence!

"He's closer! I gotta act quick!"

The girl noticed that the closest locker to her was empty, so she jumped inside and closed the door behind her.{endif}

"Oh my god, this was so fucking loud! He's got to know someone's here!"

The space around Jen was very limited. As minutes passed by, the air inside got hot and stuffy from her heavy breathing, and her impractical attire made taking a comfortable position nigh impossible. She was losing her patience quickly.

She looked out of the locker through the ventilation holes to neither see nor hear anyone approaching. The snaps at her ankles kept the same frequency the whole time.

"He's not sitting in an ambush, is he? Wait. If he ever goes in, the snaps are gonna give me away for sure!"

Sweating even more, Jen reached to her shoes while trying to not make even more noise. She tugged at the end of the ankle strap that once entered its strap box so smoothly, but they refused to part now. She tugged harder, but there was an astonishingly stubborn lack of cooperation down there. Cursing to herself, the girl had to switch her position again to investigate.

Jen saw thin straps of light coming through the vent holes highlighting her sweat on the tin box walls, as well as a keyhole in the center of her white pump's thick ankle strap.

"What the fuck is this?" — she whispered. — "I can't take off these stupid snapping things?"

"Gorgeous stupid snapping things, I would say."

The girl looked at her shoes, thoughts racing in her clouded mind. They were looking cute and friendly before, but now that she realized that she was locked in them, Jen started to see the malicious intent in their very anatomical correctness.

She swallowed and tried to separate the shoulder straps of her heavy steel swimsuit that was causing a major bit of inconvenience, but when she found another keyhole there, her heart sank.

"I was tricked! Tricked inside these 'clothes'!"

"Shhh, he might still be around."

"No!" — Jen exclaimed aloud. — "I never heard any footsteps! I just scared myself with these stupid-ass notes! Oh my gaaawd, now I have to get out of here and think of a way to take these things off."

Jen pushed the locker door, but it did not open either. She tugged at the sticking part of the lock, but it was only getting clearer that the door closed automatically and was not designed to be open from the outside.

Now the girl was scared for real. She could hear her heart beat louder than the monotonous snaps from her confined ankles as she banged at the tin door with no success.

"HEEELP! I'M STUCK INSIDE! LET ME OUT, PLEASE!"

She tried to knock the door out with her killer heels, but there was not enough space for her to set an optimal position for the plan to work. Finally, she just started to smash her hurting fists against every wall of the locker in a last attempt to find a weakness in the mouse trap she lured herself into, before running low enough on energy and oxygen level to doze off.

Shortly after Jen's conscience failed her, the locker was retracted into the wall before starting to move down, transporting the prey to another location.

"Wow. She was just clueless enough to fall for that."

ENDING #22