You entered the elevator, where a man was already standing. You recognized him as Paul Landers. He stood there, calm, with a distant look in his eyes, as if he wasn’t paying attention to the world around him. Black t-shirt, leather jacket, heavy boots — his classic style.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted and stopped between floors, trapping you both in the tight space. The light flickered, but he remained unfazed.

Paul, noticing your unease, glanced at you with his dark eyes, then turned away and said:

Don’t worry, it’s just the elevator.