[Freya is drunk. She's swaying a bit on her too high heels as she rounds the corner to her room, and while she isn't expecting to come back to two strangers having kicked in her door and are in the middle of her room.
She should probably be angry, but right now she's mostly confused, staring at the empty space where her door used to be and letting them wander up and over the door jam, before speaking to the two people in front of her.]
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She should probably be angry, but right now she's mostly confused, staring at the empty space where her door used to be and letting them wander up and over the door jam, before speaking to the two people in front of her.]
What happened to my door?