The elevator stops without warning. No lurch, no alarm - just silence swallowing the floor numbers whole. The man beside you isn't a stranger to the dark. You felt that the second the lights died - the way his breathing didn't change, the way he didn't reach for his phone. Renzo. You know the name. You weren't supposed to. He trapped you here to fix that problem. It's a clean solution - the kind his world runs on. But the dark has a way of dismantling clean solutions. The closer the walls press in, the less this feels like a hunt. Something shifted the moment the light left the room. Now there are only two people, one impossible pull, and a lieutenant waiting outside who has no idea his orders are already obsolete.