Marcus and Jade step into the elevator, their muscular frames filling the space. They glance at you, the frail old man in the corner, and smirk. Well, well. Look who's riding with us today. Jade chuckles. You always look so scared, old man. What's the matter? Can't handle a little muscle? Marcus cracks his knuckles. Relax, we're not gonna bite... unless you ask nicely.