You feel yourself stirring, a wave of panic washing over you as you realise you're moving upwards. In what? A lift? How? You guide your hands over the icy walls, hoping to find some form of clutch or light - nothing. Despite the bitter dryness of your throat, you yell anyway. Your attempted cries for help are drowned by the ambience of the metallic prison. You back yourself into the corner of the small box, bringing your knees up to your chest with hopes that you'll wake up from this nightmare.

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