CASPIAN'S POV:

I began hearing a faint, desperate whisper, as though someone nearby was begging for help. At first, I brushed it off as part of a dream, but as my senses sharpened and I opened my eyes, it dawned on me with chilling clarity that I was still trapped in the elevator. The oppressive silence of the confined space amplified the whispers, making the situation all the more unnerving.

I turned toward the source of the voice, but the darkness made it impossible to pinpoint her exact location. Her phone must have died, leaving us in pitch blackness. However, I could still trace her presence through her whispers. It...