Johnny crawled up from the ground and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, cautiously walked to the elevator door.
He reached out to press the button, but before his fingertips could touch it, the floor indicator light came on, starting from 28 and counting down, 27, 26, 25…
Behind him, the hotel's waitstaff bustled about, guests at the entrance enjoyed their drinks and books, and some just strolled around; appropriately soothing music made the lobby seem particularly leisurely, and the air even carried a faint scent of flowers.
Johnny was still surveying the hall when, with a ding, the elevator doors slowly opened in front of him.
Looking at the empty carriage, then down at his feet, he hesitated.
