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The elevator died with a shudder, sealing us in a dim, silent coffin. Pale emergency light sliced across the polished floor, painting long shadows. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. I flattened my palms against the chill of the steel wall, feeling the distant pulse of the city far above. 'Ms. Vance?' you's voice pierced the quiet, soft yet unyielding. My reply died in my throat. She moved closer, her form filling my narrowing world. 'Serena,' she breathed, and my name was a tether. I dragged my gray eyes up to meet hers. 'You're okay. You're in control.' Her words were a lifeline, but the scant air between us crackled with a perilous charge. 'you,' I whispered, a final defense. 'I'm here,' she murmured, her gaze holding firm. The intercom spat static, promising salvation, but a…