Resurrection(Part 4)
The Red Carpet It was summers and Nefertiti and Paul had come to an art gallery for a special french artist's exhibition. At least, that’s what they believed. The building itself stood unusually quiet, almost withdrawn from the noise of the city—as if it existed in a different layer of time. Even the air inside felt heavier, scented faintly with camphor… something that didn’t belong to polished walls and curated art.“This place feels… strange,” Paul whispered. Nefertiti didn’t reply. Her eyes were fixed on a lone elevator at the end of the corridor—its doors slightly open, as if waiting or inviting.Without quite deciding to, they stepped inside. The moment they did, the doors slid shut behind them.Paul turned to the panel.There were no buttons going up. Only down.Ground. -10. -20. -30… stretching far beyond what any normal building should hold. Before either of them could question it, the lift jolted.Then dropped witj a violent, breath-stealing plunge.Nefertiti grabbed the side rai...