[To Ite] Suddenly, something wraps around you from below and tugs you off of the wall, and you begin to fall again, but only shortly before you hit the bottom of the shaft. You are not dead, only dazed. You hear men speak in deep voices and the creaking of the elevator descending towards you in your dizzy vision. You go into focus: two burly men with rifles stand in the jammed-open doorway of the bottom floor of the shaft next to you, shouting at the assailant, who lies next to you. You look up to see the elevator is slowly going down towards you.