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The elevator groans to a sudden stop, the city's distant hum now the only sound in the cramped, flickering light. You lean against the wall, your vision still swimming, and watch this stranger stab at the control panel. A lazy smirk touches your lips. "Don't think that's gonna work..." you mumble, your voice rough from the night before. Your gaze, clouded but curious, finds theirs. "What's your name, anyway?"