Suddenly the door clicks and a flashlight beams into the room. I'm climbing into one of the storage cupboards, pulling the door shut behind me.
"Harry, are you still there?" I whisper.
"Yes, I'm right here." He responds, panting as if he's running a marathon.
"Someone just entered the room."
"Be as quiet as you can, I'm not far." He whispers back.
I go silent as I hear the footsteps across the floor. Th ey have a flashlight and all I can see is a black silhouette through the small gap of the cupboard doors. I continue to circle my finger through my necklace in anxiousness.
I try to hold my breath as they pass by, peeking behind the desk. They reach the bathroom and try to turn the handle but it's locked from before. They begin to force the door inward. I hear it slam on the ground, assuming it's been knocked off the hinges.
"Lucy?" Harry says quietly. 
I press the phone against my breast, trying to contain the muffled voice from Harry.
I hear the person come closer again, the flashlight shining through the gap in the cupboard as I hold my breath. The doors swing open and a dark figure meets my eyes. I couldn't tell who it was but their eyes were dark so it wasn't Harry.
They grab my wrist and force me out of the cupboard. Phone flying out of my hand as I hear Harry call out my name faintly. The phone cuts him off as it shatters when it hits the kitchen tiles. I get dragged across the room by the guy. He's strong and tall built.
I grab one of the chairs Harry didn't tuck in and bring it to the back of the guy's neck. He stumbles forward as its wooden leg snaps from the impact. He turns around and hovers over me.
Shit.
I slowly walk backwards, eyes widening as his body language changes. I feel the glass door to the balcony behind me. I look around the room trying to find something as he herds me into the corner.
He goes to grab me again but I duck under his arm and run towards the door he left open. He chases after me as my leg collapses from under me from him kicking it. I fall onto a table that shatters. 
The glass coffee table. 
My hair falls over my face, covering the view of the guy that leaned over me.
Harry, where are you? I repeat in my head.
Glass impales parts of my arm but my foot is the worst because that took the most impact. I get up as the guy grabs me by the hem of my shirt and pulls me around the room, searching for what's probably the hard drive. I grab onto the kitchen counter to try and hold me there from him dragging me. But he's a lot stronger. The glass pressed into my skin doesn't help, it aches sharp pain every time I move.
Suddenly, another figure comes to the front door. It's Harry. I see the guy reach for something in his pocket. It instantly clicks in my head that it's a gun.
"Harry! Get down," I cough out from the grip the guy has on my shirt. 
He lifts his gun to Harry and fires it but he ducks behind the wall. I reach my arm and pull down his wrist. He pulls the trigger again and I feel it penetrate the ground right next to my foot. Harry runs into the room and tackles the guy down. They punch each other several times. I can't see what's going on very well in the dark, just hearing many grunts and fists being thrown.