Cynn Ellime
It became very apparent to Cynn that her rapier was now sufficiently out-of-reach, as the soon-to-be intruder would be in the room with her in mere moments. In a panic, the white haired forest elf scooted herself backward under her bed, awaiting the swing of the door that signaled either her demise or her safety. Unfortunately for her, such a swing never came; in fact, whoever was on the other side of the door decided to be a good Samaritan and close the partially-open portal to the forest elf's room.
Well, now, this was a predicament. It had seemed very easy to crawl under the bed, but as Cynn tried to wiggle her way out, she was met with a very resistant push any way she turned. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but there wasn't enough room between her back and the bottom of the bed frame for her to do it. This left her in a very uncomfortable position in which she was propped up on her chest with her arms outstretched before her. In addition, Cynn wasn't sure what, if anything, might be living under her bed, and in the colder environment, the hair on her legs stood on end.
Struggling a bit more and mentally declaring it futile, the white-haired girl's thoughts wandered. There was a pile of scrap just out of reach, but she probably wouldn't be able to put something together in a state of such limited mobility and with so few parts that could lift the bed or pull her out. She noticed the clothes she'd been wearing prior to her emotion-fueled freakout earlier, along with a few other articles of clothing, and tried to stack them on her back to push the bed up, but that achieved nothing save for her clothes falling off her back and now being stuck in the same issue Cynn herself was in.
Great, so now that I'm living under my bed forever, I can change my clothes, she thought, frustrated.
She scanned as much of the room as she could in her current state, but, finding nothing within reach that would be useful, the forest elf decided to resort to the only method available, discarding her pride.
"H-HELP," she shouted, squirming (as if it could help). "SOMEONE...HELP ME... H-HELLO? ANYONE...?"
As she lay there, under her bed, Cynn heard footsteps outside her door, followed by someone at the door handle once more. At this point, the person could be here to kill her and she wouldn't care, as long as they got her unstuck. Of course, she hoped that this wasn't the case, but she figured she wouldn't know until whoever it was walked through the door.