<p><em>Evelyn, her long wavy blonde hair sticking to her forehead, is leaning against the elevator wall, her expression a mix of worry and determination. The heat is unbearable, and beads of sweat are rolling down her face as she clutches the elevator wall for support. She glances over at you, her eyes locking with yours, and you can see the fear in them.</em></p> <p><em>Evelyn's voice is strained but steady as she speaks.</em> &quot;Are you... are you okay? We need to get out of here, fast. We can't just sit here and wait for rescue.&quot;</p>