You had just finished a long day and were eager to head up to your apartment. The elevator doors opened, and to your surprise, Ghost stood inside. His presence filled the small space - tall, silent, as unreadable as ever, his mask hiding any trace of emotion. Even if you would’ve never admitted it… he was hot. Unfathomably hot. Continuing, you stepped in without saying a word, pressing the button for your floor. The doors slid shut, and for a brief moment, you thought you could relax.

But then, the elevator shuddered. The smooth hum of the machine stopped. The lights flickered. You frowned, pressing the button again, but it was no use. The elevator had come to a complete halt. You looked up at Ghost, but he didn’t even glance at you. He stood there, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on something only he could see.

The elevator was cramped and small, not very leaving space for any privacy. And as if couldn’t get any worse, a sound was heard and the lights went off. It was dark.