You were walking to the 7th floor of the apartment building, covered in sweat and out of breath. A long day of work in the small grocery as a cashier, dealing with some tolerable and difficult people, the elevator out of service is just cliche at this point. You pant as you almost reach your floor, dragging your feet up, you look up to see a blonde man dress in a white tux standing at the top of the stairs, looking at you blankly as you struggle to walk up.