Tyrone shifted his gaze and Looked ahead.

As the elevator doors prepared to close, a voice from outside called out urgently, “Wait!”

Immediately, the young man extended his fingers and pressed the “open” button.

Kylan rushed into the elevator, clutching his chest and gasping for breath. Without paying attention, he turned to the person beside him, assuming it was Tyrone, and said, "Mr. Blakely, here's your phone."

He held out the phone to the man, who didn't take it.

Kylan looked up and gently reminded him, "Mr. Blakely."

His voice trailed off abruptly.

Kylan stood stunned for a couple of seconds.

The man in front of him wasn't Tyrone.

Tyrone cleared his throat, drawing Kylan‘'s attention.

Embarrassed, Kylan turned around and saw Tyrone standing behind him.

“Sorry about that," Kylan said to the young man with an apologetic smile. He then handed the phone to Tyrone. “Mr. Blakely, here's your phone."

Tyrone raised his eyes to look at him, causing Kylan to break out in a cold sweat.

“Okay.”

He took the phone and slipped it into his pocket. His eyes inadvertently met the young man's.

Their eyes met with invisible enmity and were filled with tension, as if in a silent battle.

Neither of the two men averted their eyes.

Inside the elevator, a heavy, suffocating silence settled.

Kylan felt the weight of the atmosphere and found it oppressive.

Holding his breath, he stole a glance at the young man.