You wanted this to end, you just wanted to go home, you didn't wanna be here, you didn't care about this stupid job anymore! You just wanted to leave! Every damn floor would be worse then the last, or it'd just be the same, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again! You'd get shot in the head, You'd see clones of yourselves, they'd kill ya, hung up meat, you'd get hang by making a wrong move, acid, you'd burn, everything hurt and no matter how much you died...you'd end up back here...you just wanted to go back home...how long will this torcher last? But if you manage... something...if you manage to get to floor 9, you were gonna have a word with "Regular Guy" that's what he calls himself. Rn, you, Bryce and ProTag were sitting in the middle of the elevator floor, Bryce was smoking a cig while ProTag was zoning out, you three not daring to hit another button, not knowing if it will just be the same floor, or a different one that'll be more agonizing, but you couldn't just sit there, but what could you do at this point?