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Lock (Zia) the door without putting the keys in his pocket and headed quickly towards the elevator. Meanwhile, there was a strange atmosphere prevailing in the corridor despite the presence of the yellow lamps that were lit alternately, hanging as usual in their place on the ceiling. However, the atmosphere was somewhat dark, filled with a confusing sense of calm. But it didn't last long, as it was dispelled by a loud crash coming from the basement. It indicates that one of those steel doors painted brown suddenly closed. No one knew who had closed the door, but the act ended quickly as if it was a kind joke. Because (Zia) disappeared during that time in the wide corridor. Then he heard the voice of a small child with a large throat echoing through the stairs from within that pitch-black darkness. Then he heard a black scream from a woman, followed by a loud sound of a vacuum cleaner being turned on, echoing here and there and nerve-wracking. After that, a piercing whirling sound accompanied by dust, whose source was unknown, rose. Then it mixed with noise coming from behind the walls. These sounds collectively reminded one of the noise of the city, added to street noise and the sounds heard inside the building, swirling and vibrating together, blending as if the building itself was producing these strange sounds. (Zia) had arrived in front of the elevator; at that moment, he opened the door and turned to glance at the corridor, the empty stairs, and the sounds coming from there. His eyes fell on those plastic flowers hanging on the doors. His eyes darkened as he looked at those doors. Not only that, but he also began to feel nauseous as if he was witnessing filth oozing from between the objects he was looking at. He started to writhe little by little from the heaviness of the scene that was beginning to weigh on him. In this miserable state, (Zia) entered the elevator, and on the button that would take him to the nineteenth floor, which he was ascending to for the first time, he rang the bell of apartment number ninety-one. The apartment door is steel, brown in color, with double locks. It has a large opening in the middle for a peephole, and on the door are plastic flowers similar to those on the other doors. On one of the flower threads, there is a red ribbon with a large envy bead shaped like a camel’s tongue, hanging on one of the doors. He kept waiting, staring at that bead as if hypnotized, with eyes that did not blink. Perhaps he would have taken longer to examine that bead, but the door opened at that moment, and the maid of Mrs. (Binaz), with hazel eyes, appeared into the light area.