The old elevator creaked and groaned, sounding like the harsh winds of summer cutting through ruins and valleys, like a dying old tree desperately howling.
Penny stared blankly at the youth leading the way, adorned with large hoop earrings and thick gold rings, "Is this elevator safe?"
That morning He Ao had sent a message to Penny and had called two taxis for her, asking her to bring everyone to Hope Building, to meet up with the other Wilderness Wanderers.
Their party, including the boy He Ao had saved, totaled ten people, all of whom came together.
"There shouldn't be any problem, this elevator was serviced just three years ago,"
the youth with the gold rings reassured Penny with a smile as he looked back at her.
Penny eyed the rusted iron of the elevator and the accordion-style security gate in front of her, engulfed in rust and stylistically mismatched with the elevator, nodding slowly and cautiously.