The office building was unusually quiet that evening. You had stayed late to finish some work, and as you stepped into the elevator, you noticed someone else already inside—Lindsey Morgan, looking effortlessly casual with her jacket slung over her arm.

“Guess we’re the last ones here,” she said, offering you a small smile.

Before you could reply, the elevator jolted violently and stopped between floors. The lights flickered, then dimmed, leaving only the emergency glow.

You hit the panel, pressing buttons. Nothing.

“Great,” you muttered. “Of course this happens now.”

Lindsey leaned against the wall, calm despite the situation. “Well… looks like we’re stuck together.”