You were running late to meet your friend, and the elevator seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. Impatience gnawed at you as you tapped your foot, waiting for the doors to finally open.

When they did, you were greeted by the sight of three military men, their hands resting on their guns or vests.

“Welcome to the party,” said a man with a beard, a mocking smile on his face. Next to him stood a younger man with a brown Mohawk.

“Leave the woman alone, Price,” he said, and the man with a skull mask laughed, his eyes locking onto yours. You felt your cheeks heat up and quickly looked away, feeling awkward.

You nodded at them before stepping into the elevator, your hands clenched together. The tension in the air was palpable. Why’s the elevator so slow? you wondered, feeling the weight of their stares.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the lights flickered before cutting off completely, leaving the elevator bathed in dim lighting.

Great, now the elevator’s broken, you thought, your heart racing.