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The only available object to my interest right now was the radio. I was now able to read the note, and it read; 'note to self: fix radio'. I turned the radio around and pulled the back off. It was a mess of tangled wires and things where they shouldn't be. After a long sigh and pondering who would be stupid enough to not see this, I tried my hardest to untangle some of the wires and put all of them back in their place. I switched the radio on, only to be greeted by static. The thing wasn't even on any station or anything. I reached for the knob to adjust the radio, but I just poked the front of the radio itself. The knob was missing. For crying out loud, whoever owns this thing has a hard time of seeing the obvious. My final solution was to punch the side of it. The static changed volume and pitch rapidly for a second, then stopped abruptly. Did I break it? Even if I did, the idiot who owns the radio doesn't deserve it fixed anyways.
"You need to get out of there." a familiar sounding voice suddenly said. It came from the radio.
"Who is this?" I asked, confused.
"There's a knife in a cardboard box in the corner. Feel around, don't cut yourself." the voice said, ignoring me. He must not be able to hear me.
I looked into the dark corner, and slowly with caution, I walked over to it. I kicked a cardboard box. I bent over and reached down inside, cutting myself on a sharp object. After trying again, I pulled out a knife and returned to the table.
It took a second, but I got my hands free, then freed my ankles.
"Now for the three options, and you better make a choice quick, you're running out of time." the voice said.
"The building you're in is on fire."