Annie saw the wooden door near her, and it piqued her interest. She glanced at the wound on her hand, seeing the blood drip. It wasn't enough to make her pass out or suffer anything - not yet. She hardened her fist, and walked over to the door. She fired a punch at it, and it barely put a dent in it. Focusing harder, she hardened her other fist, letting loose an onslaught of punches onto the door, and slowly it began to break, and with one final kick, she smashed it open and nearly fell over, barely regaining her balance. Returning her fists to normal, she began to move around the room.