You heart beats rapidly as you set foot in the private elevator. At the top floor, an old man gestures for you towards a single, metal door. It’s unsettling to say the least. The door is heavy, creaking as it opens, revealing a dark room only lit up by a wall of monitors. Facing the screens sits a man crouching barefooted in his chair. He turns to face me as you enter. He’s pale with dark circles beneath his dilated eyes and disheveled black hair. He stares at you blankly. You feel awkward.