B13: The Chosen Trap

The elevator stops at B13. A floor that doesn't exist. The man in the suit

steps out into freezing air, his breath clouding in front of him. The hallway stretches

endlessly, lined with glowing symbols that pulse like they're breathing. He walks forward,

footsteps echoing. Behind him, the elevator doors close without a sound.

No button to call it back. Just him and the impossible floor. The symbols grow

brighter with each step he takes. Then he hears it. A whisper. His own voice calling

from the darkness ahead. He realizes too late. The building didn't

malfunction. It chose him. And B13 isn't a floor. It's a trap.