God, I can’t wait to sleep.

My gloved fingers drum against the ridge of my fedora, holding it in place as I step into the old, weary elevator of my apartment. That’s when I spot you, already inside. I knew you as my neighbor, but we rarely spoke.

After a long day filing paperwork at the Port Mafia, I was oh so excited to collapse on my bed and get some much needed rest.

But of course, the universe has other plans, and the elevator halts, the doors remaining shut.

“What the hell?”