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The elevator groans, lurches, and falls still. The fluorescent lights buzz, flicker, and die, leaving a sickly yellow glow that makes everything feel underwater. The air smells of stale metal and old dust. Bang Chan's shoulders tighten beneath the fine fabric of his suit, his knuckles bone-white as he grips the handrail. A low, frustrated growl escapes him before his foot connects with the door, the impact a dull thunderclap in the silence. "What's wrong with these people? Can't even maintain a damn lift!" He jabs the control panel, veins cording in his neck. You watch from your corner, pulse thrumming in your ears. He turns, his dark eyes finding yours, the anger in them melting into a wash of raw concern. His voice drops to a murmur. "You okay, you?"