[Kaz grimaced at the mere thought of taking the front door as opposed to his usual route of leaping out of the window with the wild abandon of a certified lunatic. However, knowing his luck he'd catch fire mid-jump and set fire to the rest of the apartment, killing everyone so - ugh - door it was]

I guess we should go, but... [he obediently shuffled to the door anyway, avoiding the various, supernatural obstacles with a suspicious eye] Using the front door, of all things, to leave the apartment. It feels so wro-

[THUNK.]

-ng...?

[Kaz's voice pitched in obvious confusion when his fingers seemly went through the door handle and said handle suddenly ended up in short, narrow pieces on the floor. He only had a short second to puzzle over this bizarre happenstance, however, before a sharp, blooming pain pierced right into his hand, followed by a disgusting sensation of something wet and warm dripping between his- oh.

Kaz looked at his hand, a feeling of dread rising in him, and saw that his suddenly manifested claws had decided to make an appearance just as he had moved to clench his fingers around the door handle. The claws must've just sliced right through and proceeded to stab him right in his palm. There was... blood. Okay. That's a lot. Okay.

What had he done to deserve this? The three people who Kaz didn't want to show his ugly monster side to and here his body decided to reveal to them in the most embarrassing and painful way ever. His mind was just blank on how to even react to this]

Um. [He should have risked spontaneous mid-air combustion, he thought despairingly, as blood began to drip at his feet] It, uh, it appears we can't use the door right now. It's... broken...