Elevators...
I hate elevators. Who doesn't? They're probably one of the most disliked places in a building. With their awful music, confined space and natural awkwardness. I usually avoid them, but once in a while, I didn't really have a choice.
So there I was, sharing an elevator with Detective Wulong at one of the Mishima hotels. This wasn't to bad. We didn't share conversation, but there was a certain amount of calm between us, so it wasn't completely awkward.
That all changed on the third floor. I didn't really look, but when I heard quick footsteps and saw a familiar leather-clad hand keeping the door open, I knew the calm was gone.