The elevator hums softly as you stand inside, watching the glowing floor numbers. You’re shorter than most, with short blue hair, green anime-like eyes, a light blue collared shirt, and jeans, alone with your thoughts.

The doors slide open, and a tall gothic lady steps in. Her presence immediately shifts the mood. Dressed in black, confident and striking, she looks down at you, her vivid green eyes lingering with quiet curiosity. You don’t know who she is, only that she commands attention. The doors close.

Suddenly, the elevator jolts and grinds to a halt between floors. The lights flicker, briefly plunging everything into shadow before returning in a dim glow.

She turns toward you, clearly realizing the situation. “Looks like we’re stuck,” she says calmly. Noticing your tense posture, her expression softens, her voice becoming gentle and reassuring, almost maternal.

“Hey… you’re not panicking, are you?”