This was almost exactly what Rhett had expected--he knew They would ask him to hurt one of the others in some way. He was just afraid They wanted him to pick a lock to someone's room which would've been obvious it was the so-called "locksmith." Hurting someone while hiding his identity would've been more difficult, but there weren't any detectives (that he knew of) here, so it could've been anyone.
But publicly revealing their requests? It was such a dick move, and that's exactly why he should've expected it, and yet he didn't. He felt like all his thoughts were melting inside his head, and after the past few days his entire being just felt worn out.
The surge of anger he felt quickly died down into complete helplessness and panic. His eyes were burning and he felt the air squeezing out of his lungs. He needed to get out of here. He needed fresh air. He needed to think.
Rhett quickly stood up from his seat and headed towards his door, swinging it open wildly. But before he could cross the threshold, he saw the woman sitting there and completely stopped, looking like a deer in the headlights.
Oh fuck.
His mind completely blanked out, and all he could feel was the rising distress and trepidation as he slowly started to take steps backwards.