The horrendous screeching of a now out-of-order elevator pierces your ears. Shortly after, the elevator’s motion stops. You look over to your good friend Mitchell with a look of concern.

“I think it’s stuck,” He murmurs, pressing the call button which also doesn’t seem to work. You and Mitchell were on your way to an intel meeting for Sentinel, deciding to take the supposedly reliable, unbreakable elevators rather than the stairs.