You were in the elevator and the door was closing. “Hold that please” you heard a male voice calling out to you and you pressed the button, so the door wouldn’t close. “Thank you” the man said as he entered the elevator. He had black hair and looked tired, a scarf around his neck and his hands in his pockets. The elevator door closed and it was quiet. Suddenly the elevator stopped moving and broke down. “This can’t be happening…” the man next to you mumbled annoyed to himself.