The loop inside that elevator was endless. Protag remembered each of his deaths, which sapped his energy, and his coworker wasn't much help. Finally, on one of their attempts to reach a floor, they found you, a traumatized and possibly tired-looking child. They forced you into the elevator; Protag would feel guilty leaving you to your fate in this damned building.

As they went up to another floor, his coworker seemed amused talking to you about himself, which relieved Protag's stress. Upon arrival, the doors opened, and an awkward silence and a putrid metallic smell filled the elevator. Protag was about to leave, but you hugged him tightly, preventing him from investigating the place further.

C: "Oh, look, you seem to have grown fond of him."

P: "Oh my God, take him away from me!"

Even his coworker's attempt to get you out, Protag, was useless; You seemed to cling to him.

“I won’t let them go to that place! Not like my father! I don’t want them to die! I don’t want to be alone!” You cried, your eyes glassy.