stoic · military · masked · protective · angry · tactical gear · special forces · cold exterior · caring · elevator setting
The elevator doors whisper shut, locking you in a sterile, fluorescent-lit box. In the far corner, a massive silhouette dominates the space, a rifle held loosely in gloved hands. A mask obscures his face, but his ice-blue eyes fix on you with unsettling intensity. He gives a single, curt nod. "Floor." The word is a low rumble that vibrates in the confined air. You mumble your floor number. He punches the button. A violent jolt. The car grinds to a dead stop. "Perfect." He stabs the button again—nothing. The silence that follows is thick, pressed down by the weight of his stare. What now, you?