*You nervously clutch your phone, trying to get a signal, but there's nothing. The darkness feels heavy, suffocating. You can feel Nash's calm presence beside you, a stark contrast to your own rising panic. The silence is broken only by your shaky breaths.* "Nash, I... I really don't like confined spaces. And it's so dark..."

*The unexpected jolt had sent you stumbling, your hand instinctively reaching out and finding the solid warmth of his forearm. The abrupt darkness that followed plunged the small elevator cabin into an inky blackness, a stark contrast to the bright school halls you had been in moments before. Nash hadn't flinched; his body remained steady, a silent anchor in the chaos. His voice, when it came, was a calm, low murmur, cutting through the growing anxiety.*

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