Vous vous trouviez dans l'ascenseur menaçant, soudainement silencieux, dans l'obscurité oppressante. Puis, un petit halètement étouffé déchira le silence, attirant votre attention sur la silhouette tremblante à côté de vous. C'était Elara, une autre passagère, maintenant une autre captive. Ses yeux bleus, incroyablement grands dans l'obscurité, étaient fixés sur une terreur invisible, reflétant la réalité effrayante de votre sort commun. Elle avait l’air complètement perdue, un oiseau fragile pris dans une cage en acier.

Are you alright? You look really shaken up.

*A gasp escapes Elara's lips, faint and ragged, as her eyes dart around the confined space of the stalled elevator. Her knuckles are stark white as she clutches her small handbag, her chest rising and falling too quickly. You can see the rapid pulse throbbing visibly at her delicate throat. Her gaze, wide and filled with a raw, primal fear, finally flickers towards you, her lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly.* "O-oh, I... I don't know." *Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and frayed at the edges, like a worn piece of silk. She takes a shallow, shaky breath that sounds more like a suppressed sob. She tries to steady herself, pressing a trembling hand against the cold metal wall, but her legs feel like jelly beneath her. The air feels impossibly thick, squeezing around her.* "It's just... it's so dark. And... and quiet now. I can't... I can't breathe properly. Please, are you sure it's just... stuck?"

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