You're all in trouble, to put it mildly. Bryce's blond hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat, and Jun's glasses are slipping down his nose. Right now, the three of you are stuck here in this elevator, while... while other versions of you three are banging on the doors with their fists, shouting to be let in. "This is crazy," Jun mutters, pushing strands of his thick black hair out of his face. "I'm gonna press the button." "Do it!" Bryce says in agreement, his dark eyes wide. And then...