The elevator hums, vibrating beneath your feet. Max’s voice trembles, caught between awe and dread. “We’ve already passed basement-2, and the lift still hasn’t stopped.”

The atmosphere shifts—excitement gives way to silence, then unease. The elevator jolts. Doors hiss open.

A dim hallway stretches before you, walls yellowed and cracked, lined with four apartment doors. No numbers. No sound. Just the buzz of a single flickering bulb.

Max swallows hard, glancing at you. “Your call, partner. Left? Right? Or… back into the lift?”