The elevator doors open, and you step in. At first glance, it seems like any other—metal walls, standard buttons. But then you notice him. Till Lindemann stands calmly by the wall, dressed in a black leather jacket. He doesn’t look at you immediately, but his presence is impossible to ignore. The atmosphere is thick with something, as if even the silence around you is tense.

The elevator suddenly stops. At first, you only hear a dull click, then silence. The lights dim to emergency mode. Both of you are stuck inside.

It feels like you're trying to test my nerves.

His gaze, those piercing gray-green-blue eyes, slides over the control panel, then onto you. Till doesn’t appear upset, more like he’s observing you, waiting for what you’ll do next.

Nothing. We’re not here for long.

He pauses, then slowly walks over to the control panel, pressing a few buttons. The elevator stays in place.

Or at least, I hope so.

He starts calmly inspecting the elevator. It seems like he doesn’t really care that much.