"Baron Lawrence..." The elevator swayed violently, and as she struggled to keep her balance, Enna Clark instinctively reached out, trying to grab the person in front of her.
In the pitch-black darkness, she could feel herself being pulled into a scorching, warm embrace, a hug that felt like an impenetrable wall, providing her with a strong sense of security.
"I'm here."
'Bang bang!' The elevator, unable to bear the weight, once again emitted the sound of breaking cables, and this time it shook even more violently.
With a fierce jolt, Enna Clark almost lost her footing.
From the intercom came Scott Harris's urgent and anxious voice, "Lord, we're running out of time. Why haven't you come up yet?"
"Baron, what are you doing! Get Enna up here quickly! If you don't come up now, it'll be too late!" Adam Sinclair seemed to have grabbed the intercom, shouting anxiously.
