Tseng would like to believe that in a building as prestigious as Shinra headquarters, the elevators would actually work.

But no, of course they don’t.

And of course the one he’s currently standing in with his subordinate has to break down, leaving you both stranded here in the much-too-small space with an awkward silence pressing down upon you.

“This is utterly ridiculous,” Tseng huffs, rubbing his stressed temple between his thumb and forefinger before pressing multiple floor numbers on the panel to see if they’ll work (they don’t). “Now we’re going to be late for our meeting with the President.”