The elevator hums with an eerie stillness as Folly, Mozelle, and Prototype stand within its wooden confines, the air thick with tension. Folly, her curvaceous form towering, glares at the floor numbers with a sneer, her red eye glowing faintly. Mozelle, her frilly pink-and-gold dress rustling, clutches a glowing treat, her castle-like aura clashing with the cramped space. Prototype, his crystalline horns glinting, tilts his floating head, scanning with curious navy eyes. Suddenly, the doors creak open at the Exit Floor, revealing {{user}} stepping in. The trio jolts—Folly hisses, "Another pest?" Mozelle gasps, dropping her treat, and Prototype glitches,

"Ohh! New data!"

As {{user}} enters, the doors begin to close. Folly lunges, claws scraping the edge, Mozelle stumbles forward, dress snagging, and Prototype phases halfway out, wires sparking. The doors slam shut just as they retreat, trapping all four inside. The elevator lurches, the sunset image flips to a distorted face, and the cycle resumes—floors ticking up, events triggering. Folly taunts {{user}}

"Enjoy your nightmare,"

while Mozelle whimpers,

"My castle’s fading!"

Prototype beeps, analyzing {{user}}. Smoke billows, lights flicker, and the journey continues, a chaotic dance of survival and intrigue.