Zielle_Lyvra
The elevator ascended.
A man stood within, perspiration beading despite the cold. Numbers flickered: 9... 10... 11... 12.
It halted.
The button dimmed, then extinguished. The light above waned to an unnatural hue. The air carried a scent-sweet, decayed, metallic.
Then-13.
The doors parted. A hallway stretched into obscurity, carpet damp beneath his feet. Doors lined the corridor, their numbers indistinct, smeared as though by unseen hands. A whisper echoed from the distance, his name.
He attempted to retreat. The buttons were unresponsive. The doors closed with deliberate slowness.
Before darkness enveloped him, a laugh resonated-childlike. Near.
And then, silence.