"Click clock, click clock" 

 

Yifan stumbled into the office. Hundreds of office workers, dressed in shirts and skirt, trousers and whatnot, milled around the lobby of the building. Chatterings, ringtones, alarms resonated through the air. Heads were bobbing up and down in the crowd. 

 

"Woah... What a place." Yifan mindlessly muttered.

 

As he gave his suit the extra pat to smoother the non-existential creases on it, he trudged through the crowd and tried his very best to squeeze into the packed lift. 

 

The lift doors closed the nanosecond he managed to fit himself into the lift and sang a high-pitched "ding dong" happily while separating the lift commuters from the huge crowd. After doing so, the lift whisked upwards at a rather alarming speed, leaving its commuters silent.

 

"Level 9" the female audio voice announced. "Sorry, so sorry, I'm rushing, so sorry..." Yifan grimaced as he squeezed through the lift. Huffing as he caught his breath outside the lift, Yifan grumbled,"Jeezus... Seriously, what a crowd!"

 

-- -- -- --

 

"I don't know what you are trying to say."

 

"You know full well, don't lie."

 

"I have brought him back."