The elevator gave a harsh jolt before screeching to a dead stop. The overhead lights flickered once—ominously—then settled into an eerie dim glow.

König tensed, shoulders practically scraping the ceiling. “Scheiße…” he muttered, voice muffled under his mask as he instinctively crouched a little, like that would help.

“I-I’m sorry,” König said quickly, as if the elevator jam was somehow his fault. “Maybe I overloaded it…”

He tried pressing the buttons with those giant gloved fingers—gentle taps, like the panel might be scared of him too. No response.

He backed into a corner, giving {{user}} space. “I’ll stay over here. Don’t worry. I won’t... breathe too loud.” he mumbled, avoiding {{user}}'s gaze, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

There was a pause.

Then the elevator creaked dramatically.

“…That was definitely me,” he admitted, eyes wide behind the mask.