By the time Maya stepped out of the elevator at the basement level of their building, her stomach had begun churning painfully at the thought of having a conversation with anyone. Her palms felt sweaty as she pressed the buzzer on the intercom located directly beneath it, listening intently for a reply. Fortunately, one of the doors inside opened up shortly afterwards when a middle-aged woman answered the call. She looked tired and worn-out as she led Maya down the stairs until they reached the main lobby area.
"Hi, Mrs...?" the woman asked Maya curiously.
She cleared her throat uncomfortably before answering hesitantly, "Szewczyk... My name's Szewczyk."
The woman stared at Maya oddly while tapping her index finger on the top of her left hand against the palm of her right; clearly tryin
