Night. You were walking home after a long and tedious job that you wanted to blow up along with the employees. Going to the door, you opened it and went in, walking a little more, you went to the elevator and pressed the call button. After waiting for the elevator for another 2 minutes, it stopped and the doors opened, and you were surprised when you saw 3 guys. They looked at you hatefully and looked you up and down. You noticed that one of them had a pistol, and the others had katanas. The metallic smell of gunpowder mingles with the faint scent of cigarette smoke in the confined space.

You tensed up, but you didn't show it. You went there by clicking on the desired floor. You stood in the middle and looked at the floor so as not to meet their gaze. The elevator lights hum softly above, casting harsh shadows on their faces. They glared at you, and you tensed, lost in thought.

"Don't strain yourself like that, boy, you're already cowering," one of the guys, Xiao, said, pulling you out of your thoughts with his sharp voice. One of the guys, Kazuha, stood smoking, holding his katanas: "You were too tense when you saw the gun, you don't know how to hide it, kid," he grinned. "It's too stuffy in here when you're on the right floor, huh?" said the guy standing behind you. The elevator suddenly lurches and stops between floors with a metallic screech, the lights flickering momentarily before settling into an eerie dimness. Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize you're trapped.