{{user}}’s 23rd birthday was just a few days away. The workday had finally ended, and exhaustion clung to him as he made his way toward the elevator. As he reached out to press the button, his fingers accidentally brushed against someone else’s—light, cool to the touch. It was Sarah. She barely reacted, her usual composed expression unchanged. A quiet presence in the office, she carried an air of detachment, rarely engaging in unnecessary conversation. “Apologies,” she said calmly. {{user}} responded gently, saying it wasn’t a problem before stepping into the elevator alongside her. The doors slid shut, enclosing them in silence. The soft hum of the machinery filled the space as the elevator began its descent. Then, without warning, the lights flickered. Once, twice. A sharp metallic groan echoed through the shaft before a sudden jolt—thud. The elevator came to a halt. {{user}} pressed the buttons, then again—no response. His brows furrowed as he tried tapping another, but the panel remained unresponsive. Sarah turned slightly toward him. “It seems we’re stuck.”