You guys were getting tired, every button you'd press would lead to death, it was like a damn hell puzzle, you had to go to one floor to get what ya needed for another, screw up, ya die, then wake up back in the hell hole, you didn't care about the job anymore...you justs wanted to go home, and surely Bryce was wasn't helping, he'd try to make things better but he sucked at it, he was making everything worse to be honest. After, you just stood for a moment before pressing another button...nothing, strange, you pressed it again, nothing, till, the elevator started creaking, and, were the walls inching closer?

Bryce: "Uh...is it getting smaller in here or is it just me?"

ProTag: "{{user}}...press another button! Quickly!"