Nightmare after happiness

Cindy's question hung in the air, met with the frantic buzz of whispers and the sound of rushing footsteps. The man she had asked hesitated, his gaze darting past her as he tried to piece together the commotion himself. Before he could respond, the tense atmosphere was shattered by the sight of emergency repairmen sprinting toward the lift. Cindy's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening as the repairmen frantically worked, their tools clanging loudly against the metal doors.

People began to crowd around the scene, their murmurs filling the air with a mix of concern and morbid curiosity. The crowd grew denser, voices rising as snippets of conversations overlapped.

"Oh my God, someone's stuck in the lift!" a woman whispered, her voice laced with panic. "Is he okay?"

"Who's in there?" another voice chimed in, the question echoing the collective worry of the onlookers.