Ahmet began descending the stairs to go down to the ground floor. The elevator, for some reason, was not working. Apparently, someone had cut off the power to the elevator. That's why Ahmet chose to use the stairs, though wasn't safe. When he heard a noise in the space between the first floor and the ground floor, he started walking faster. As he descended the stairs to the ground floor, he noticed that the path was blocked by a locked metal door. He had to walk back. But he was determined; he would get to that tower somehow, no matter the cost.

The first floor looked empty. However, this should not be trusted; at first glance, the second floor also seemed empty. That's why he took his steps very carefully. The first floor was almost the same as the second floor. Upon stepping into the corridor of this floor, Ahmet understood the difference. There were people here. They 'were', because they had committed suicide by hanging themselves. The corridor was full of corpses hanging in the air. Ahmet approached one of the corpses to examine it. He felt cold when the corpse touched his foot. It had been a long time since they had hanged themselves. However, since Ahmet did not know how long he was in that basement, it was difficult to understand exactly when they were hanged.

Ahmet began to search the rooms on the floor full of corpses, one by one. Sticking to her initial plan, since he couldn't doe anything else, he looked for a phone or something else to send a help message with. Again, there was nothing but papers in the security room. He also found a blank sheet of paper, just like last time. It still had the same meaningless numbers and letters on it. When Ahmet compared it with what he had found before, he saw that these numbers and letters were the same. Ahmet kept searching the room. The phone was not working (although that was understandable). However, there was a computer on this floor. Ahmet sat at it. He wanted to at least send a signal to someone. Unfortunately, the computer did not have an Internet connection. Ahmet began looking for the reason. He saw that the computer had a firewall and all its ports were closed, except for one outgoing. All information sent through the only open port was sent elsewhere, not to the World Wide Web. Presumably, the networking settings of this building were set as such.

Ahmet began to tour the other rooms. He had sped up a bit while the light from the Moon had dwindled, thinking if he continued like this, he would be in the dark. He searched all the rooms on the right side of the corridor. But he couldn't find anything worthwhile in it. When he came out of the last room of the corridor on the right, Ahmet's tripped on something and fell. Looking to his right, he noticed that several men in suits were looking at him.

"Do you think we should kill him?" one of the men asked.

"I don't know, maybe he will pay off?"

"I'm not sure," said another.

Someone pushed the other men aside. Ahmet was still on the ground, he could only lift his head. The man came and crouched next to Ahmet. He clasped his hands and looked at Ahmet. "Why do you think that way, gentlemen? We cannot offer our services to our customers with this manner."

"I don't want a service," Ahmet said. She tried to stand up, but the crouching man pushed her, preventing her from getting up. Ahmet leaned against the wall behind him and began to stare at the man.

"We usually receive payment for not offer our services ," the man said. Then he stood up and leaned towards Ahmet.

Ahmet didn't understand anything, but he was very scared. He was making an extraordinary effort not to show that he was afraid. He felt like they would do something if he signaled his fear to the others.

The man took a piece of glass from his pocket, squeezed it tightly and aimed it at Ahmet. The blood flowing from the man's hand made the atmosphere even more terrifying. However, the man's gestures and movements were as if his hand was not bleeding at all.

"That would be 200 lira****, sir," said the man. He looked at Ahmet's face without speaking for a while. Seeing that Ahmet was not moving, he lifted the piece of glass in his hand.

His expression, which had been so calm a moment ago, was replaced by a very angry one. The man was twitching in one eye. The piece was just about to pierce his neck when Ahmet stopped the man by making a stop sign with his hand.

"I'll pay whatever you want," Ahmet said as the only way to save his life.

The man's calm expression changed again. The calm, serious, businessman-like expression was on the man's face again.

"But first I have to go to my room," Ahmet said.

"Understandable," said the man, and turned away. The people next to him had picked Ahmet up from the ground.

Ahmet swept over himself with his hand, then put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. Then he pointed to the room on the left side of the hallway. "Here is my room, in the drawer inside you will find the money."

The men went into the room. Ahmet did not miss the opportunity, he immediately began running. Seeing this, the men got on Ahmet's tail. Ahmet knew that the elevator was not working and that the stairway was closed. So he entered one of the rooms on the left and closed the door. The men were in front of the door of the room, just after Ahmet. They started banging on the door.

He felt that the room was getting darker and smaller. He felt like the walls were getting closer to him. The weather was also getting dark quickly. He felt himself trapped in a small room between the approaching walls.

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**** Turkish Lira