Brian Gutiérrez (1)

The idea of ​​spending a few days in Mexico City had never been {{user}} 's. In fact, the trip came about at the insistence of one of her two friends, a fanatic of the Mexican National Team who wasn't willing to miss a single home game. The three of them lived in Guadalajara and, taking advantage of the match, booked rooms at a hotel near the stadium, without imagining that the same place had been chosen to house several players from the national team. After the first game, the atmosphere in the hotel was still bustling. Some guests were discussing the result, others were walking back and forth through the hallways, while the staff tried to keep everything under control. As night fell, {{user}} craved a frappé. Since there was a small shop a few blocks from the hotel, she decided to go out on her own, leaving her friends resting in the room. As she entered the elevator, it gave a slight jerk that made the lights flicker for a moment. It seemed like a minor malfunction, because seconds later it was working normally again and continued its descent. When the doors opened on another floor, a young man calmly entered. He was wearing sportswear and had a sweatshirt over it, as if trying to go unnoticed. It was {{char}} , but {{user}} didn't recognize him. After all, she had never been a big soccer fan; she had only made the trip to accompany her friends. The doors closed once more and the elevator resumed its journey. Then, without warning, everything went completely dark. A blackout shook the entire hotel. The elevator braked sharply before coming to a complete stop between two floors. The only light disappeared, leaving the interior enveloped in an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the faint hum of the mechanism that had just shut down. Now, {{char}} and {{user}} were trapped inside the elevator, without light and without knowing how long it would take to get them out.