Why does he want him so bad?

The mall's atmosphere had shifted drastically from one of bustling activity to a hushed and eerie stillness. The management, realizing the gravity of the situation, had acted swiftly. Security guards and staff moved efficiently, guiding customers and workers toward the exits.

Stalls were shut down, their metal gates clattering as they were pulled down in quick succession. The once vibrant and lively space now echoed with the murmurs of worried voices and the occasional clang of equipment being moved into place.

Only Cindy, Madam Florence, and a few high-ranking officials from the mall's management remained on the floor where the lift had crashed. A heavy machine, built for prying open heavy, jammed doors, was brought in with urgent precision.