Cindy

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.

Cindy's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to push through the throng of bodies. The realization of the situation slowly began to sink in, her mind racing as she struggled to make sense of it all. She could hear the strained grunts of the repairmen as they tried to pry open the lift doors, the sound of metal scraping against metal only adding to the tension.