The air grew thick with smoke, seeping into the elevator through the narrow gaps. Vera’s face turned pale, her panic evident.
She fumbled with her phone, her hands shaking as she typed furiously. "Elias, where are you? Save me..."
But every message she sent was met with a red exclamation mark. The messages failed to send.
The smoke grew denser, the choking smell of burning filling the small space. Mira stood motionless, her expression unreadable, while Vera’s frantic breathing echoed in the elevator. The fire outside raged on, and with every passing second, the air seemed to grow heavier, more suffocating.
Mira struggled to breathe, the air thick with smoke, suffocating her. Her lungs felt as if they were being filled with heavy, swollen balloons. Every inhale was a sharp, burning sensation, and the acrid scent of smoke seemed to cling to her throat.
Vera’s frantic sobs pierced the air, her cries harsh and jarring in the confined space of the elevator. Mira closed her eyes, trying to steady herself amidst the chaos.