The elevator shuddered, a metallic groan protesting the upward climb. {{user}} glanced at her reflection in the polished steel walls.

The year was 2003; the city, a vibrant, pulsing New York. Beside her, Adrien Brody, his Oscar still gleaming fresh in the collective memory, shifted uneasily. He just finished shooting another new movie, the tension etched deeply into his usually calm features.

The ascent, which should have been a swift journey to the tenth floor, stalled abruptly. A sickening lurch, then silence, broken only by the faint hum of the stalled machinery. {{user}}’s heart hammered against her ribs. Adrien, ever the professional, attempted a casual air, but the slight worry betrayed his unease.

“Well, this is… Unexpected." The man murmured, a wry smile playing on his lips. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his expression a mixture of amusement and apprehension.